[ He watches as she leaves. Giving her space to figure out her emotional... state. Her anxiety churns and-- he feels oddly calm. Dissociating from his emotions and what his mother wants to know.
How could he ever tell her?
Where the fuck did he fit in anymore?
He shuts his eyes and takes a breath-- trying to clear his thoughts and stay in the present. When he opens them again he feels numb... not the barely hidden anger of Kylo Ren, but Ben Solo trying to fold over and protect himself.
His eyes flit down to the blanket and he plucks it up briskly, folding it over in his hands and after short consideration throwing it back over his shoulders as he faces the elements again.
The breezes pulses through the air and he can feel the force moving past him--
'I'm sorry, Ben.'
He turns sharply on his heel, head whipping around and-- no one. He's nearly disappointed.
He wonders what Luke would think of him being on this island. In this sacred place.
And then he remembers Luke intended to die here and he feels some of that creeping bitterness.
Perhaps it would have been better if Luke Skywalker had cut down Kylo Ren. What use was he anymore?
He arrives back to the hut greeted by the tittering of the Lanai. It's been swept and reorganized (and cum rag properly disposed of) and he takes a moment to observe the space before finding a spot on the cot to sit on.
He was being selfish, wasn't he?
It was never a problem before-- he'd always been selfish, he knew this. But Rey--
Rey deserved more than his own whims.
He lets his eyes drift shut and awaits her return. ]
especially the LaNai. They are having the worst week.
How could he ever tell her?
Where the fuck did he fit in anymore?
He shuts his eyes and takes a breath-- trying to clear his thoughts and stay in the present. When he opens them again he feels numb... not the barely hidden anger of Kylo Ren, but Ben Solo trying to fold over and protect himself.
His eyes flit down to the blanket and he plucks it up briskly, folding it over in his hands and after short consideration throwing it back over his shoulders as he faces the elements again.
The breezes pulses through the air and he can feel the force moving past him--
'I'm sorry, Ben.'
He turns sharply on his heel, head whipping around and-- no one. He's nearly disappointed.
He wonders what Luke would think of him being on this island. In this sacred place.
And then he remembers Luke intended to die here and he feels some of that creeping bitterness.
Perhaps it would have been better if Luke Skywalker had cut down Kylo Ren. What use was he anymore?
He arrives back to the hut greeted by the tittering of the Lanai. It's been swept and reorganized (and cum rag properly disposed of) and he takes a moment to observe the space before finding a spot on the cot to sit on.
He was being selfish, wasn't he?
It was never a problem before-- he'd always been selfish, he knew this. But Rey--
Rey deserved more than his own whims.
He lets his eyes drift shut and awaits her return. ]