[Dooku had once been among the Jedi, and had then gone on to nearly destroy the balance of the galaxy with the Clone Wars. Kylo Ren was so volatile and unpredictable that he injured even himself with his own fury and rage. The Dark Side was everywhere, near and far, taking what was good and destroying it.
Ahsoka is even more certain now that Kylo Ren can still walk away from it. He can be an exception, as she had thought Ventress might be. He simply needs to choose.
Their minds are closer than she would like them to be, now. But she doesn't have the force of will to leave entirely. She had come this far -- if she had subjected herself to such torture for a reason, then she should see it through.
She recalls the voice and the name. Snoke, the one who had ushered him to the dark and promised a warm embrace. She feels him shiver in the absence of a fire, and with the Light in his heart so dim. It's not sympathy, but it's understanding -- the Jedi had left her to die. She understands betrayal.
But...]
Your master is gone.
[The same tone. Gentle, maybe a bit guilty. Her eyes settle on the charred like that he has made.]
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[Dooku had once been among the Jedi, and had then gone on to nearly destroy the balance of the galaxy with the Clone Wars. Kylo Ren was so volatile and unpredictable that he injured even himself with his own fury and rage. The Dark Side was everywhere, near and far, taking what was good and destroying it.
Ahsoka is even more certain now that Kylo Ren can still walk away from it. He can be an exception, as she had thought Ventress might be. He simply needs to choose.
Their minds are closer than she would like them to be, now. But she doesn't have the force of will to leave entirely. She had come this far -- if she had subjected herself to such torture for a reason, then she should see it through.
She recalls the voice and the name. Snoke, the one who had ushered him to the dark and promised a warm embrace. She feels him shiver in the absence of a fire, and with the Light in his heart so dim. It's not sympathy, but it's understanding -- the Jedi had left her to die. She understands betrayal.
But...]
Your master is gone.
[The same tone. Gentle, maybe a bit guilty. Her eyes settle on the charred like that he has made.]
It doesn't have to be this way.