[Hours ago his shelter felt expansive - wide and comforting compared to the harshness dwelling outside. Now it seems to constrict around them, trapping them in the volatile mire that is the conversation at hand. The answer she demands would wound her. There's a risk in it, unmeasured and far from his ability to predict, and should she recoil from the truth he would no doubt suffer from Anakin echoing her sentiment once he returns to consciousness. More than that, it'd be unmasking the shame of his own rejection. All the reasons he could think of to stay silent, and yet after all that's been done, he hardly cares anymore.
Heat swells as the wind shifts, pressing the bonfire's flames closer towards them.]
Anakin Skywalker— [Ren finally starts, lifting his eyeline to meet her bewildered stare.] is my grandfather.
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Heat swells as the wind shifts, pressing the bonfire's flames closer towards them.]
Anakin Skywalker— [Ren finally starts, lifting his eyeline to meet her bewildered stare.] is my grandfather.