[Reconnecting himself to the Force is a painful experience. He sees the things his mother's done, recently. He sees what he will do. The First Order. Snoke. Rey. Luke. A pair of lonely dice fading from his hands.
Those new memories. Things he hadn't done, but things that he...had done. It's difficult to come with terms with that. He had prepared himself for a new life, one with...
Well, that possibility vanished. Not when she said no. But when the Force told him that he would become something worse. He couldn't become that.
"Please, if anything, take my death as an opportunity to reach inside you and find the kind man I know is behind that mask. Show the others the kindness that I would, and you will see how much better things could be."
He wanted things to be better. He'd make them better.]
Tell her that I'm sorry for who I became.
[He lets go with Stan's hand with intensity, turning it towards Tcherno, who is lifted up into the air and smashed him into the wall.
It takes all of his concentration, and he lets out a guttural scream.]
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Those new memories. Things he hadn't done, but things that he...had done. It's difficult to come with terms with that. He had prepared himself for a new life, one with...
Well, that possibility vanished. Not when she said no. But when the Force told him that he would become something worse. He couldn't become that.
"Please, if anything, take my death as an opportunity to reach inside you and find the kind man I know is behind that mask. Show the others the kindness that I would, and you will see how much better things could be."
He wanted things to be better. He'd make them better.]
Tell her that I'm sorry for who I became.
[He lets go with Stan's hand with intensity, turning it towards Tcherno, who is lifted up into the air and smashed him into the wall.
It takes all of his concentration, and he lets out a guttural scream.]