[ The Darkling has been in a similar place. Throat caught by the unyielding hand of anger and grief, after someone or something had been so carelessly, so casually taken from him. He knows, maybe, what it's like to lose what's his. What belonged to him. Who was his property to claim or defend or possess - however it needed to be framed. And the end, really. What it meant to rise above that grief and raze the world using it as fuel and fan, stoking a fire inside his heart.
The sentiment, the unholy resignation in his mind - the act of giving himself up to something dark and steady and monstrous? He conveys that, he hopes, just before Ren strikes his hand aside. He doesn't reach for him again, there's no need to prolong the inevitable. What he gives, he gives freely and hopes, against hope, that Ren's anger and hunger will consume it.
When he's told to go, he takes it at face value: the opportunity to step away without being the first assaulted by the enraged man before him. He does. Steps back and out of Ren's line of sight, collecting his own exhaustion and the sudden heated connection between he and Ren to his chest. It's not a retreat, it can't be - not when his own mouth is twisted into such a vicious smile. A slash of dark passion and carefully-controlled anger as he presses on Ren's anger subtly, the siren's call of darkness urging him on.
He considers, what will be done with Anakin's body. There is someone else, he feels, more suited to handling it. There are others of the nest, still alive, that he'll need to usher out. ]
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The sentiment, the unholy resignation in his mind - the act of giving himself up to something dark and steady and monstrous? He conveys that, he hopes, just before Ren strikes his hand aside. He doesn't reach for him again, there's no need to prolong the inevitable. What he gives, he gives freely and hopes, against hope, that Ren's anger and hunger will consume it.
When he's told to go, he takes it at face value: the opportunity to step away without being the first assaulted by the enraged man before him. He does. Steps back and out of Ren's line of sight, collecting his own exhaustion and the sudden heated connection between he and Ren to his chest. It's not a retreat, it can't be - not when his own mouth is twisted into such a vicious smile. A slash of dark passion and carefully-controlled anger as he presses on Ren's anger subtly, the siren's call of darkness urging him on.
He considers, what will be done with Anakin's body. There is someone else, he feels, more suited to handling it. There are others of the nest, still alive, that he'll need to usher out. ]
Good hunt.
[ He won't remain in the way. ]