Luke Skywalker in 'The Last Jedi' (2/2)
OK, so in Part 1/2 of this post, we explored why Luke's TLJ characterization isn't really inconsistent with what had previously been established in Star Wars lore. It tracks. Dare I say: it works.
And yet... something still feels off, right?
Well, the reason for this is because Luke's character development is impacted by the film's structure, which in turn is impacted by - of all things - Poe's lack of development in Episode VII! Just hear me out!
The intention:
Making the audience feel the same emotions as the protagonist, deuteragonists and antagonist.
This is what most movies strive for. Unless the film is trying to go for some dramatic irony, you want your audience to be on the same page with your protagonist, emotionally-speaking.
And y'know what? Rian Johnson does this very well.
Overall, he displays a very good grasp of making us, the audience, feel the same emotions as a film’s protagonist (generally, the main character, whose POV we follow) or deuteragonist (the ‘secondary main character’).
Rey was expecting to meet the Luke from the Original Trilogy, the Luke from Legends... and instead was disappointed to meet an old jaded hermit. Just like many of the fans were.
Finn is fooled by DJ, mistaking him for an archetypal "misfit with a heart of gold". Just like the fans were.
Poe is increasingly frustrated with Holdo, just like we were.
Call it "meta", call it "subversive", the bottom line is that some of the narrative choices that a lot of fans criticize the film for are intentionally placed there to put you in the same mental state as the characters you're following, even during the film's twists.
But as a result, if a character isn’t the protagonist (Rey), or the deuteragonists (Poe or Finn), or even the antagonist (Kylo)... they'll barely get any development.
They might get one or two scenes for themselves tops, but overall secondary characters like Luke, or Holdo, or DJ will mostly be shown through the filter of Rey or Poe’s or Finn's POV.
The Problem:
Luke isn't a protagonist or deuteragonist, so he isn't developed to the audience's satisfaction.
Don't get me wrong: Luke has the second-most screen time in the whole film, but that's because Rey is the one with the most screen time, and he's primarily a character in her storyline.
To be fair, he does have his own subplot, he's the spiritual center of the whole film. But concretely, he’s one step above support characters like Holdo, Leia, Rose and DJ. We're barely shown his own POV and mainly view him through Rey's lens.
Like, there's a reason why in this scene...
... we don't see what Luke witnessed in Ben’s mind, simply his reaction to it: Rey didn’t see it either.
All three "Rashomon" flashbacks are what Rey is picturing in her mind when she’s being told three different versions of the story. She doesn't see what Luke witnessed, so we don't see it either.
And you know what? On paper... this is also not really an issue. It's actually quite standard. I mean, Yoda doesn't get much backstory or an arc in Empire Strikes Back. He's just the mentor figure, and we see him through Luke's POV.
There's no arguing that Luke in TLJ receives much more development than Yoda does in ESB.
But y’know what?
Yoda was also never the protagonist of a whole other trilogy.
So if you're gonna tell an audience that "the protagonist of the previous trilogy strayed from the path and is now a completely different person" - even if they eventually make their way back with a character arc - I don’t think it’s out of order for audience members to expect more development than a regular mentor archetype.
Context is expected, and when it isn't delivered, that'll kill the suspension of disbelief, for many fans. They're not just disappointed in Luke like Rey is, they're not immersed in the movie anymore.
So how do you go for what Rian was going while also trying to keep about half the fans from jumping ship?
The Solution (?)
Delving deeper into Luke.
So let’s suppose Luke was treated like a deuteragonist. Suppose we see his own POV more, rather than just seeing him through Rey’s eyes. Would that help? And what would that look like?
Firstly, we keep that deleted scene of him mourning Han’s loss.
Or we show it like in the comic adaptation of TLJ, with Luke getting angry at his decision to cut himself off from the Force, unintentionally levitating objects until Chewie consoles him.
WHAT IT DOES:
Either version humanizes Luke, shows who he is beneath the jaded mask he's putting on, gives audience a chance to mourn Han with him.
We keep that deleted scene of him explaining to Rey why he thinks the Jedi were flawed, also known as the “3rd lesson scene”.
WHAT IT DOES:
Spells out Luke's rationalization that the Jedi Order needs to end. Marks the beginning of Luke's wake up call.
We add one or two additional short flashbacks of Ben gradually becoming darker and unhinged. Maybe he harms one of his fellow students in a fit of rage.
WHAT IT DOES:
Clarifies that Ben was going through a dark period and that's why Luke went to confront him in his hut. He didn't just saunter into Ben's hut, sabers blazing.
Maybe halfway through the film, we see Luke pack his bag as he prepares to rescue his friends with Rey, only to find her communicating with Kyloe.
After all, the novelization shows that, upon opening himself to the Force and sensing Leia, he immediately decides to get back in the game. So if that’s not just something Jason Fry added to embellish stuff, let’s see that.
WHAT IT DOES:
Drives home the fact that Luke realizes his mistake. (Although, it might also take away from the subsequent scene with Yoda).
Finally, let’s actually see what Luke saw in Ben’s mind: him killing Lor San Tekka, killing Han, killing Leia, murdering Chewie and countless more innocents all with a smile on his face.
WHAT IT DOES:
Provides context for Luke's extreme reaction.
Most of these things are already technically canon, the only difference is that it would be shown on screen. And if all these elements are added, then Luke’s reasons for staying away and his reaction in Ben’s hut are already more understandable.
So where’s the flaws in this solution?
Solution Flaw #1:
Plot twist would be ruined.
Talking about this one:
Again, we're seeing Luke THROUGH Rey's POV, for the most part. Our reaction is - intentionally - the same reaction as Rey.
The whole point of the twist is that
we, with Rey, believe Kylo can be redeemed, because
we, like Rey, remember Luke redeemed Vader.
So when she realizes “oh shit, Luke was right, he’s too far gone”... we react that way too.
But if we had seen Ben’s turn as well, if we had seen how he was during his training, if we had seen what Luke’s saw in Ben’s mind, we would all collectively agree with Luke and think that Rey is making a mistake in trying to redeem Kylo.
So when Rey walks away from Luke, rather than hoping she succeeds, we’d just be waiting for her to inevitably fail. We'd be thinking:
"Rey, you moron, you're walking into a trap and Kylo isn't gonna turn!"
Emotionally-speaking, we would be detached from the protagonist.
Solution Flaw #2:
Increase in the runtime at the cost of other scenes.
The Last Jedi is already the longest film in the franchise. Adding just three of the above-suggestions would increase that runtime, which wouldn’t work. So you’d need to take something out.
But Finn and Poe’s storylines are already stripped down to their bare bones as it is. Hell, so was the Rey/Luke storyline, for that matter.
Actually, wait... why do we have three storylines, in the first place?
After all, if we look at The Empire Strikes Back, they only have two storylines, right?
The protagonist, Luke, goes to Dagobah.
The deuteragonists, Han and Leia, evade the Empire.
Main plot & subplot. Great.
Wouldn't it be better to just have Poe and Finn do the Canto Bight storyline together? That would give us sme remaining time to focus on Luke’s past, right? Where’s the issue?
Well, Rian Johnson put it this way:
Bottom line, in The Force Awakens, Poe is a clear-cut character. Simple as that. He’s charismatic and fun, but there isn’t much room for him to grow.
A lot of people compare his character to Han, but there's an issue with that comparison (besides the obvious fact that Finn is Han and Poe is Leia)...
In ANH, Han has an arc.
He's the philosophical antagonist of the film, he's only out for himself which conflicts with Luke's attempts to help others. Han goes from being a selfish irresponsible gun-slinger to taking responsibility and becoming a selfless rebel, a part of something bigger. Arc concluded.
(Hell, this very reason is why Harrison Ford didn’t wanna keep playing him and lobbied to kill him off.)
So in ESB, Leia is the one who has the arc.
Han is just being himself. Leia is the one who must slowly come to terms with the fact that she does love him, despite him being a total nerf-herder. So she and Han bicker, there’s conflict there, but there’s also an underlying affection.
As such, when Poe doesn’t have an arc in TFA, and is already on great terms with Finn, then there’s no conflict if you put them together in a subplot.
And conflict is crucial, in storytelling. If it's absent, then the story becomes boring.
As a result, Rian Johnson had to create conflict and growth for Poe.
Which means that, now, a third storyline is thrown in the mix... and the pacing and development of the other two are affected by this. Some really good scenes need to be cut, some stuff needs to get shuffled around.
For example, remember this deleted scene, from further up?
In the commentary, Rian explained that the reason it wasn’t in the film is because it didn’t intercut well with the other two storylines.
*Three and a half, if you wanna count Kylo's personal scenes.
As such, there’s no space to add more scenes to develop Luke's perspective.
And if Rian made more space, well, that wouldn't work either. Because while Luke is the spiritual core of the film... this isn't his movie. He's not the protagonist anymore. But he used to be, and if you show him too much (not as Rey's mentor figure, that is, but as a protagonist or deuteragonist), he'll take the spotlight off the new cast with the snap of a finger.
When Michael Arndt was working on the Sequels with George Lucas in 2012, he encountered this same issue:
“Early on I tried to write versions of the story where [Rey] is at home, her home is destroyed, and then she goes on the road and meets Luke. And then she goes and kicks the bad guy’s ass. It just never worked and I struggled with this. This was back in 2012. It just felt like every time Luke came in and entered the movie, he just took it over. Suddenly you didn’t care about your main character anymore because, ‘Oh f*ck, Luke Skywalker's here. I want to see what he’s going to do’.”
- Michael Arndt, Entertainment Weekly, 2015
And I'm guessing this is a problem that JJ had to deal with too, hence why Luke was pushed to the end of Episode VII: so as to give the new characters a chance to be developed a bit more, first.
“In a very general sense, the original idea for Episode VII started midway through what we now know as Episode VIII...”
- Pablo Hidalgo, Twitter, 2016
There's finally the fact that, while most of those ideas can make Luke's fall more understandable... his story isn't about "how he fell".
It's about how he got back up. The whole point of the film is that even when you've reached your lowest point you can still inspire and be inspired by hope.
So while adding any of the above scenes would only reinforce what was already shown in the movie, be it explicit or subtextual... they wouldn't ADD anything to the theme of learning from failure and getting back in the saddle.
Do I care about Luke’s characterization in TLJ...?
In spite of what the length and intricacy of these two posts might indicate... I don’t, really 😅
Like, sure, I wish more had been done with the character, but Luke was never really my childhood hero, Obi-Wan was.
So Luke in TLJ isn’t a gaping wound in my chest. I didn't whine about it in 2017, nor did I shed tears of joy and said “he’s finally back” when we saw him in The Mandalorian, for example.
Like, it was an awesome scene, but in my mind Luke never left.
Also I’m the type of Star Wars fan who’ll tolerate any addition to the canon by virtue of it being new Star Wars content.
So even if that addition is something I didn’t enjoy during the viewing, I still focus on the positive and roll with it, I come up with a headcanon that'll make it work.
Because you get to do that, with a transmedia franchise!
If you don’t like how it went down in the movie? There's always a comic around the corner that'll retcon it and/or retroactively make it better... that's how it was for the Prequels.
But for the Sequels, it's difficult. There's a scarcity of transmedia content, when it comes to stuff set around the Sequels era.
I mean, can you think of any
Luke-centric work
that serves as a meaningful addendum to what's seen of him in the Sequels?
A novel, a comic issue and a distantly-relevant manga.
That's it.
(The Mandalorian and Book of Boba Fett are too soon after ROTJ to have any meaningful impact on Luke's journey in the Sequels.
Some people see Luke's behavior in those shows as "the beginning of his failure", but I covered why I don't think this is really the case, here.)
Instead of just three items, how about a comic mini-series focusing on the year Luke spent training Leia, or on his adventures across the galaxy as he tries to rebuild the Jedi Order? Maybe he meets Cal Kestis, or Quinlan Vos? Maybe he needs to face against an Oppo Rancisis who was consumed by the darkness, post-Order 66?
Or better yet, how about a video game centered on Luke, in the style of Fallen Order or Jedi Academy?
Get Mark Hamill to motion cap it, he's done it before.
This would also allow the fans who grew up with the powerhouse that is Legends Grandmaster Luke Skywaker to have some fun!
Many fans wanted to see Luke in action, in TLJ, and instead got a pretend-samurai fight. Which is nice, powerful and symbolic, he goes out like a true Jedi, it makes the Force more than a superpower... but it's not a lightsaber duel. In a game, though? Players can go to town.
I dunno... any additional content would've smoothed the blow for many people who didn't like what was done with Luke in TLJ. Sure, you'd always have people who just hated the whole thing, but if transmedia content helped reduce the hate for the Prequels, it could've done the same with Luke.
I'm not sure why that route wasn't taken.
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DEFECTIVE GOOD PART 21
JR received a call from the Resistance camp and Chewbacca decided to let her use the communication links of the Millennium Falcon to receive the call. As soon as she opened it, both Poe and Finn asked at the same time:
"JR ! Are you alright ?!"
"Yes," She said with a reassuring smile, her voice soft and distant. "I'm alright."
Poe and Finn exchanged a look of concern. They could sense that something was troubling her, something deeper than mere tiredness.
"JR. We heard you. You called for us. You seemed in pain." Poe said in a worried tone and Finn then added.
"How did you do that by the way ?! How did we hear you ?"
JR-6025 hesitated for a moment, unsure how to explain what had happened... "I'm not entirely sure..." she admitted finally, "But somehow, I was able to reach out to you. Through the Force, I suppose."
Poe and Finn exchanged a look of surprise and wonderment. "That's amazing..." Poe whispered under his breath. "I've never heard of a Force-sensitive being able to communicate across such distances before..."
"Wait…So are you like…a Jedi too ?!" Finn asked excitedly.
Poe chuckled, amused at Finn's enthusiasm. "Careful now, don't get ahead of yourself, buddy...let's hear what she has to say first."
Finn nodded eagerly, barely containing his excitement. "You're right, you're right..." he admitted.
Rey, who was nearby, overheard their conversation and couldn't help but have a small smile on his face at Finn's childlike enthusiasm. Jedi or not, the Force was a part of all living things, and sometimes even non-Jedi were capable of using it without even realising it.
JR seemed hesitant as she replied.
"I don’t know. I just…I guess I was just so scared that I managed to call you two through the Force cause I thought that…I trusted you two to come save me or something."
She laughed awkwardly—not realising what she just said.
Poe and Finn looked at each other, a mix of surprise and admiration on their faces. "Well...I guess that answers that," Poe concluded with a chuckle. "You may not be a Jedi yet, but you're definitely beginning to show some Force sensitivity. And who knows ? Maybe with some training, you'll be able to do even more."
"Wait ! Hold up…" Finn seemed momentarily shocked before he grinned. "…So…You were scared. And the first people you thought about calling to get help was me and Poe ?"
Poe and Finn looked at each other again before grinning broadly. "Well, well, well...looks like you've got yourself a rescue team, my friend," Poe teased JR. "We're always ready to lend a hand, especially when it comes to saving our friend in need."
Finn nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly. We're here for you no matter what. You can count on us, always."
JR smiled.
"I mean…Obviously I would choose the best pilot in the universe and a fellow ‘deserter' to come save me. Wouldn’t let anyone else rescue me."
Poe and Finn burst out laughing at her response. "Well, thank you kindly, ma'am ! Always a pleasure to be of service," Poe exclaimed with a wink. "We'll be sure to hang an oversized 'mission accomplished' banner above your head after all this."
Finn snorted in agreement. "And don't forget to add some fireworks to that banner !" he added. "Because that's how we roll, right ?"
Rey arrived just at that moment and smiled at the camera before saying.
"You two wouldn’t get to her in time. Besides, she called me too. I think I may be best qualified on the rescue team since I am also a Force user."
Poe raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, is that a challenge, Rey ? We'll have to test that theory sometime soon."
Finn grinned, a competitive glint in his eyes. "Oh, yeah, let's see about that. We'll have to see which is better—pilot's skill or a Force user's power. Let the best rescuer win !" he declared.
"Right." Rey playfully rolled her eyes. "Not much of a competition."
Poe and Finn playfully groaned, knowing that Rey was right. "Alright, alright...you win," Poe conceded. "But just know that we'll be ready for a rematch should the need ever arise !"
Finn chimed in: "Exactly ! We may have lost this round to the resident Jedi, but we'll be sure to step up our game next time."
Rey chuckled before waving them goodbye.
"Well, this Jedi is gonna go train with her lightsaber. Bye."
She walked out of JR’s hurt and JR smiled before looking back at the screen.
"I…kinda miss you."
Poe and Finn laughed at Rey's playful arrogance before she waved them goodbye. When she was gone, they turned back to the screen and both their expressions softened as they heard JR's confession.
"We miss you too, friend," Poe said, his voice filled with sincerity. "But don't worry, we'll see each other soon enough. And until then, just know that we're always thinking of you."
Finn nodded in agreement. "Exactly. You're never far from our thoughts, JR. We're a team, remember ?"
She smiled.
"Yeah. Am glad I got you all on my team."
Poe and Finn exchanged a look before breaking into more laughter.
"You've got that right !" Poe managed to say, still chuckling. "We're a pretty unbeatable team, if I do say so myself."
Finn nodded in agreement, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Absolutely. We've got the flying expertise, the lightsaber skills, and the desertion expertise all rolled into one great package !"
He raised his fist in mock victory. "Go team !"
She laughed and shook her head.
"Right right. Go team. Try not to annoy General Leia while me and Rey are gone, okay ?"
Poe and Finn chuckled in agreement.
"No promises there !" Finn teased, to which Poe added, "We'll do our best, but you know how it is with Leia—she doesn't always see our charm, as it were."
Poe and Finn pretended to be very distraught at the prospect as they shared an exaggerated frown.
"Right. Tell her hi on my behalf. And…we’ll see each other soon." She smiled.
Poe and Finn nodded, their expressions warm and understanding.
"We'll be sure to update the General on your progress, ma'am," Poe replied, a playful salute in his voice. "And we'll be waiting impatiently for that glorious 'mission accomplished' banner to be hung."
Finn chuckled. "And don't forget to add extra glitter when you hang it. We like our missions sparkly, you know ?"
"Pff…Okay. Alright. Enough. I am ending communication now." She playfully rolled her eyes. Her friends laughed.
"Fair enough," Poe said. "But we'll be here if you need anything, okay ? We're still here for you even if you're light years away."
"Exactly ! And we'll be waiting for you with open arms when you return," Finn added with a smile. "Take care, Jedi !"
The screen turned blank and JR stood there momentarily, feeling thankful for her friends. Even though she was far away, she had a team that she could always count on.
She wasn't alone anymore...
Her team...
Her friends...
Her people...
JR smiled as the thought crossed her mind. She wasn't just a mere anonymous stormtrooper anymore. She was part of something greater.
Part of a family...And her role was far greater than what she could have imagined. JR smiled at herself before standing up—not expecting to see Kylo Ren standing there. She frowned at his spiritual apparition.
"…What are you doing here, Lord Ren ?"
He tilted his head.
"…What ? Am I not allowed on your 'rescue team' ?" His lips curved upwards. "You called me too after all…"
JR raised an eyebrow, her face twisted in a mixture of surprise and annoyance. "Well, isn't that a surprise," she muttered tersely. "You were eavesdropping, weren't you ?"
Kylo Ren's smirk only widened in response, as if to confirm her accusation. "Of course," he admitted unapologetically. "It's not every day that someone seeks my help."
"…It was a mistake." She looked away. "Now, get out of my head, will you ?"
Kylo Ren laughed, a low and menacing sound.
"You know it's not that easy," he sneered. "The Force is strong, and it holds us together. Our bond is one that cannot be broken so easily."
He stepped closer to her, his presence imposing and imposing. "Besides...I don't think you truly want me to leave, do you ?"
She frowned.
"If it is Rey you are searching for, you knocked at the wrong door." She informed him before she tilted her head to the right. "Two doors to the right. You can’t miss her."
Kylo chuckled, a dry and raspy sound that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Consider me uninterested for now," he replied, his voice cold and menacing. "I'm after a far bigger catch...one that may take a bit more effort, unfortunately."
He took a step closer, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that made her shiver.
He was...intimidating. Even through a spiritual apparition. If anything else, he was a true Sith. JR's brows furrowed as she tried to keep her gaze from slipping. It was true that he was trying to establish a connection with her. Through the force...To feel her fear and ultimately, try to manipulate her.
She tried to think rationally.
But she couldn't deny the feeling of fear and weakness that came with his presence...
"You see, I've been watching you...watching your progress...and I must say, I'm impressed."
She grimaced.
"I am not sure if I should be flattered or creeped out by that…"
Kylo's smirk widened. "Take it however you'd like," he replied, his voice low and dangerous. "I merely find you...intriguing."
He took a step forward, his gaze intense, even through the holographic connection. "And I tend to be intrigued by what is mine."
"Yours ?" She bit back a laugh. "Now, you must REALLY confuse me with Rey. She is the one you care about."
Ren narrowed his eyes, his face growing cold at her words. "I don't know what you're trying to imply here," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "But I suggest you watch your tongue."
The Force around them grew tense and heavy as he took a step closer.
"…Lord Ren. I am here because you asked me to keep her safe. To protect her. I didn’t mean to offend you. I was just…"
Kylo Ren's expression softened slightly as he heard her words. "I'm not offended," he said, his voice quieter now. "And I know you were just doing your job...but sometimes I can't help but wonder what would have happened if I had chosen a different path...a different fate."
He trailed off, his gaze growing distant.
"…What do you mean ?"
Kylo Ren clenched his jaw before responding to her question. His voice was tight and controlled, but still, with an edge of emotion lurking beneath its surface.
"I mean," he began, "that no one else is better suited to protect her...to stand by her side, as you do."
He took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, there was a note of vulnerability in his tone. "She trusts you. You are her friend, and she values you. And...so do I."
She remained silent.
"…You shouldn’t. I am always uncertain. Unable to make a choice…I care about both sides. I keep thinking about you and General Hux and the people of the First Order. And I keep thinking that I would never be able to harm you. Even when I was so afraid during Skywalker’s test, I called out to both sides to protect me. I just wanted to have you by my side. To know that you were all safe."
She felt her heartbeat increase slightly as Kylo said those words. She felt his presence...his emotions. She felt...compelled. She was aware enough to know that it was the Force at work, and the manipulation at play, but...
Why did it feel so right ?
As Kylo spoke, her gaze remained fixed on his face. His expression was hard, but there was something...
Human about the way he spoke.
There was then a silence that lasted for several moments before Ren's voice finally came through.
"That is...quite a dilemma," he said slowly, seemingly considering his words carefully. "And to be honest, it is one that I find quite perplexing. You wish to have both sides, but ultimately, you know that such a thing is not possible."
He paused for a moment before continuing. "It is a predicament in which you must make a choice. Ultimately, you must decide whether to side with the Resistance or the First Order."
"Both sides are calling to me. I understand both sides, and it is driving me insane…" She let out a sigh of frustration.
"I know...but you must make a choice," Kylo replied, a hint of urgency in his tone. "You can't have both. It's either one or the other...or neither."
"…I cannot. I cannot choose to hurt. It is not my goal. It was never my goal." She buried her face in her arms and even though she had the urge to look out the window and ask the stars for guidance—she stopped herself. She had only ever wished to help…but now, the universe seemed to tell her that the only way to do so was for someone she cared about to die ?
The stars, as they often did, gave her no answers—and the Force, as it often did, did not respond. She was left alone to ponder her fate in silence.
She looked up to look at Kylo Ren.
"…Won’t someone show me the way ? The way for just this war to end without pain ?"
Kylo Ren's face twisted in a mixture of conflict and rage, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "There is no such thing," he said, his voice sharp and biting. "In war, there is always pain. Always sacrifice. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you'll find your place in this struggle."
"…I told you. I refuse to see it the way you do."
Kylo's face twisted into a fierce frown. "You may refuse to see it, but it doesn't change the facts," he retorted. "War is not a place for cowards or fools who can't make tough decisions."
He took a step closer, his expression growing dark and menacing. "You can't avoid the pain forever...it's time to face the truth."
She frowned and faced him.
"…You know that I won’t choose your side if the choice was to be inevitable."
Kylo's face hardened at her words. "I know," he replied, his voice like ice. "But you'll be making a mistake if you don't. If you can't see that, then you're a fool."
He took a step forward, his gaze intense. "Do you think the Resistance will welcome you with open arms ? Do you think they'll accept you for who you are ? You're nothing to them but a tool...a pawn to be sacrificed at their convenience."
"Maybe so. But, I am not fighting for them. I am fighting for the people I care about. I am fighting for those who believe in freedom and justice." Her gaze softened. "This is why it is so hard…because I know that the people behind the First Order are not evil. You, me and General Hux were born into this conflict. And everything would have been so different if the Force wasn’t so complicated and the world so cruel…"
Ren's fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. "You're right," he said between clenched teeth. "It's not fair. And I would be lying if I said I hadn't thought about what could have been...but that doesn't change the facts."
He took a step closer, his gaze intense as he stared into hers. "The war has been raging for years now. The First Order isn't going to go away. You can either join us or fight against us...but you can't have both."
Fight the First Order. Or join them ?
The choice seemed so simple, yet...it wasn't.
No matter how much she believed in the Rebellion, she simply couldn't deny the truth in Kylo's words. The First Order wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
She couldn't have it both ways...
Yet...
She didn't want to hurt the Rebellion.
Not at all...Not even a little.
"…Then convince me." She uttered in a whisper.
Kylo's face twisted in a mixture of frustration and longing. "You know I can't convince you," he replied, his voice trembling. He stepped even closer, until their faces were just inches apart, and reached out to cup her face in his hands. "You're stubborn and idealistic...but that's what I love about you."
He leaned in closer, his lips mere centimeters away from hers, as the tension between them grew thicker and more intense. Her breath hitched at his closeness and she screamed.
"LIAR !" She then pushed him away. Her sudden outburst caught Kylo Ren off guard. At first he stared at her with stunned silence.
But then a dark glare filled his eyes.
In that moment, all traces of the vulnerability that had filled his voice and mannerisms vanished in an instant, and a cold...even dangerous side of him emerged.
He glared at her...ready to strike back.
"YOU DARE CALL ME A LIAR ?"
He took a step back, his stance tensing as he prepared for whatever was about to come. The Force shifted around them, a tense and oppressive energy filling the air between them.
She glared at him.
"You love Rey. You’ve always loved Rey. From the moment you first laid your eyes on her. But since you cannot have her, you are trying to lie to me ! To make me believe in a love that isn’t !"
The silence that followed was deafening.
Kylo's eyes narrowed even more as he kept his gaze fixed on her.
The Force between them felt...
Tense...heavy...
Impending...
"You are a brave one," he finally said through tight teeth. His voice was calm...but there was a certain danger that hung over his tone. "...So you think you know me ?"
"More than you know." She looked at him and her eyes softened. "…I won’t accept your lies, Lord Ren. Please. I cannot."
His rage grew even more as he heard those words.
Her eyes softened.
She thought she knew him better than he knew himself.
The Force between them grew even more tense...There was a certain fragility about it.
"Oh really..." He seethed between clenched teeth. "...And what makes you so certain about that ?"
She didn’t hesitate before cupping his face and pressing her forehead against his.
"I have come to know more about you through your words. Every spoken word. You could be Kylo Ren or Ben Solo that it wouldn’t matter to me. I shall always care for the man who wears both names."
She had a point. She didn’t let his title scare her or intimidate her. She had no fear of him..
She was simply...there.
...With him.
Her words left him mute for a moment as he simply looked at her. Then, a certain tenderness came across his face. She instantly felt it and sighed before taking a step towards him.
"…Did he hurt you ? Supreme Leader Snoke ?" She asked worriedly.
His expression darkened for a moment at the mention of his master’s name.
"...Don't...don't bring him up. You...you don't need to know those things..."
His voice was dark.
He looked like he was trying very hard to appear unaffected...But his eyes gave him away.
She sighed before slowly and gently stroking the back of his head.
"Last time we spoke, I felt a dark force pushing you away from me. I was so worried. Was it him ?"
A brief flash of hurt crossed his face. He remained quiet for a few moments, before answering her question.
"He was..." He paused, struggling to maintain his composure. "...What do you want me to say ? That he hurt me ? That he was the reason I acted the way I did ? That he...Made me the person I am today ?"
The person I hate today. He thought.
She smiled before gently pulling his hand towards her and intertwining their fingers.
"And still…you came back."
He looked down at their joined hands and took a deep breath.
"Yes..." he muttered between clenched teeth, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Still, I came back."
She smiled again.
"I can feel it. You still feel the pull towards the Light, don’t you ?"
He sighed and looked away for a brief moment.
"Yes...I do." He looked straight into her eyes. "And I despise it."
She reached out for his chin and slowly forced him to look at her.
"Don’t. I felt scared too. At first. But…You do not need to despise the Light."
"I do." He tried to remove her hands from his chin, but his own hands were shaking. A tear escaped from his eyes.
He turned away.
"I despise it. I despise it all."
She smiled and pressed her forehead against his once more—her heart tightening at the pain and hatred she felt emanating from him in waves.
"Sssh. I know. I know. It hurts."
"It hurts." He leaned in close. "...It hurts."
The tension between them seemed to grow even thicker, the Force seemed to pulsate with even more intensity.
It was so close to snapping...
He reached up and brushed an errant strand of hair aside. And then he spoke in a whisper so soft...so small.
"I want it to stop hurting." He said as he tried to embrace the comfort she was offering him by her presence alone.
"It will…I will help you. I promise." She whispered.
He didn't speak. His breathing was shallow and fast and he was so close to her. His heart was beating fast. It was almost hard to imagine that he was an agent of darkness at all.
That he was even capable of hurting people...
He looked into her eyes, they felt like...warmth.
He reached his hands up and cupped her face.
Her breathing hitched.
Their faces were so close to one another...He looked like he was going to explode. He looked away and his jaw clenched.
"...I..." he whispered. "I am not..."
He looked up and their eyes met, their heads still inches from one another.
"I am..."
He paused and breathed in, his face growing paler and his hands shaking harder.
"I..."
She smiled and hugged him tightly.
"…It’s okay. Everything will be okay." She held his trembling hands in hers.
He felt the relief flood into his body as soon as she hugged him. His breathing slowed and his hands ceased shaking.
His body relaxed...
His heartbeat slowed...
"It hurts...I..."
He squeezed his eyes shut as his tears escaped and trickled down his cheeks.
"...I want it to stop..."
"I know."
He didn’t speak. His chest heaved as he tried to breathe and calm himself. And slowly, he felt the weight lifting off his shoulders and his breathing slowing...He held her tighter...as his tears continued to fall.
She stroked his back.
He shuddered slightly at her touch, but he also felt his muscles loosening.
His tears fell, but he stopped trying to wipe them away.
He gripped her even tighter and buried one hand into her hair.
"...I just want to...I just want to..." He was starting to lose control over his own tongue. There were so many things he wanted to say…but couldn’t.
"…I do not want to fight you. I do not want to be your enemy." She whispered and kissed his forehead. He stayed there for a few seconds...perhaps even more. The warmth of the moment washed over him. He lifted his head from her shoulder and looked back at her. He remained quiet for a few more seconds as he simply stared at her.
His hands were still interlaced in hers and he didn't want to let go.
"I..." he whispered and he added with a small smile. "I don't want to fight you, either."
A brief pause.
"I don't want to fight you, at all."
She nodded.
"In a different life..." he said in a small voice before pausing for a few seconds.
"Maybe we could...." He remained silent for a few more seconds, the emotions inside him too mixed to be named. "In a different life, maybe we could have..."
His voice grew even softer as he continued.
"Maybe we could have been more than enemies..."
"…Of course." She smiled. "We would have been friends. I am sure of it."
He remained silent for a few moments longer...
"Friends..." He remained silent until he finally spoke up again. "More than friends."
She didn’t say anything.
"...More than just friends," he added again, his voice growing even softer as he spoke. He was quiet for a moment, as if thinking about what he was going to say next.
"Maybe...in a different life," he continued, his voice taking on a slightly wistful tone. "...we could have been..."
A brief pause.
"...Lovers."
She sighed and looked away.
He remained close to her, trying to get a glimpse of her face. It felt like an eternity of silence as he waited for her to reply back, a million thoughts crossing his mind.
He wanted to know how she felt. And at the same time, he was so very afraid of the answer.
And so, he stayed silent as he waited for her to speak first.
She finally smiled sadly at him. "…I care about you. But…You cannot love me."
Everything in him froze.
His breath stilled, his heart slowed to a crawl...
He felt like he was about to drop to the floor.
It hurt.
"What ?" he finally whispered, his eyes betraying just how much it hurt him to hear those words from her.
"…You cannot love me because if you do, you’ll end up hurt." She explained rather unclearly.
"...I am already hurt. I’ve been hurt for a long time...and you know that. And..." He whispered and paused, finding it hard to get the next words out. "...You won’t hurt me—not you."
JR sighed and stroked his cheek. "I cannot love you. Not as long as you think love is weakness. It is the reason I will choose the Rebellion. Because I think the First Order just takes away any kind of love that could ever be…"
That broke something in him and his eyes flashed with an intense cold intensity. "Do not say another word," he warned, his voice tense.
She shivered at the shift in his demeanor. His anger was cold and hard, and she had never...
Ever
...Seen him this way.
He looked...dangerous.
She said nothing, keeping her mind quiet and her face expressionless as she tried to avoid triggering him. Then, with a swift movement, Kylo stepped up close to her and grabbed her by the arms, squeezing them so tightly that it became painful.
"W-What ?! Lord Ren ! Let go !"
Kylo Ren grabbed the back of her neck roughly, forcing her to look at him as he got closer, their faces so close that their noses were almost touching and his lips brushed against hers. Kylo took only a split-second to think before capturing her lips into a deep and passionate kiss, letting all the emotions of jealousy and hurt and longing pour out.
Her eyes widened as tears welled up in her eyes. She tried to push him away.
"L-Lord Ren. Stop."
"No," he replied, his voice hoarse and rough. He pulled her closer, pressing his body against hers as he leaned down to capture her mouth in a fierce and possessive kiss.
Kylo Ren's hands moved to her back and he pulled her closer, kissing her deeply and desperately. He could feel the tears on her face and he finally released the back of her neck, instead holding her face in his hands as they kissed passionately. They stayed like this for several moments until he finally broke the kiss to catch his breath, gazing into her eyes.
Her eyes were filled with so many emotions, and she felt so powerless, so overwhelmed...
And even so, she couldn't help but be overcome by the surge of pleasure as his lips moved against hers with such hunger...His kisses were so powerful...so intense...She felt herself melting in his embrace as she tried to push him away, but it felt hopeless...
She didn't want him to stop...but she knew she had to somehow. When he did stop and looked into her eyes...
She was breathless.
"Who do you think you are ? Telling me that I cannot love you. When you DARED let Hux kiss you ! Tell HIM that you love him ! Letting that…CRETIN make you his when he doesn’t even know how to handle himself." He roared and her eyes flashed as his words stung her. And she could feel his anger at Hux growing by the second, but the anger she saw in his eyes...
It wasn't directed towards her...
It was directed towards Hux.
"…General Hux. You are acting…exactly like him. You think I am just a thing to own. You are incapable of loving anyone." She said with tears in her eyes.
Kylo Ren's face darkened as he heard her words. "Do not compare me to that weakling," he seethed, his voice low and dangerous. "I am not doing this out of some sense of ownership. I'm doing it because I can't stand the thought of you being with anyone else."
He pushed her up against the nearest wall, pinning her with his body. "And if I have to prove that to you, then so be it."
Her eyes widened and she shook her head.
"You are no monster, Lord Ren. You would never hurt me…"
Kylo Ren's face twisted in anger and pain at her words. He released her, taking a step back as he tried to calm himself. "Do not underestimate me," he said through clenched teeth.
"I am not. I know your strength. But, I also believe that you wouldn’t hurt me, even if you could."
"You..." Kylo Ren's voice cracked slightly as he spoke. "You're right. I wouldn't." He reached out and gently cupped her face with his hands, wiping away her tears with his thumb. "I love you," he whispered. "And I would do anything for you."
She started crying and her voice cracked.
"I wish…I could believe you."
Kylo's hand trembled slightly as he cupped her cheek, wiping away a tear with his thumb. "I love you," he said quietly, his voice barely a whisper.
He dipped his head and captured her lips with his, kissing her deeply and with a sense of desperation that bordered on obsession. His body pressed against hers as he held her tight, completely lost in the moment.
Her eyes were closed as the kiss continued, her mind going blank as she felt a wave of ecstasy and desire wash over her.
His body pressed against hers, his hands on her waist...She felt his heart beat against hers.
Their tongues entangled with each other's...
...and she felt...something else.
Something that wasn't simply her heart, but her soul...It was a desire to be one with him, to be a part of him and to make her own the whole of him...
Kylo Ren's grip on the back of her neck loosened slightly as he felt her pain and the tears in his own eyes threatened to spill over any moment.
"Stop crying." He said softly but sternly, his voice hoarse with an emotion he couldn't fully explain. "You're only making this harder."
"Stop kissing me." She retorted.
Their breathing was heavy. The desire had taken control of their bodies, and the sensations of pleasure swept over them, leaving them lost in each other.
The desire...
It was overwhelming.
The want for more...
For everything.
She tried to push him away, she tried to stop the kiss...And yet, as she did, she found herself only falling deeper into his embrace, her body pressed against his, their breaths becoming one.
He reached out, letting his fingers grace her chin, as if to remind himself that she was still there. "Please..."
Her heart cracked at his pitiful please and her eyes filled with tears once more.
"You are not looking for love, Lord Ren. You are looking for someone to join your side."
"Join my side ?" Kylo repeated, his voice soft and wounded. "I don't want you on my side, JR. I want you to be mine."
"Liar."
Their breaths became heavier with that one word...
"Liar."
It wasn't simply a word of dismissal, It was an accusation, it was her doubting him and not believing him.
And it was...hurting him.
And the hurt in him grew into anger as he clenched his jaw and tightened his grip on her body once more.
"I am not...a liar." He grunted, his rage growing by the second.
"You want Rey…" JR uttered in a whisper.
Kylo's eyes flashed with an intense mixture of frustration and longing. "You could still be by my side," he said in a low voice. "We could rule the galaxy together...as partners, and equals."
He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to caress her face. "Stay with me," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "Let me love you."
Her heart ached.
"…I chose forgiveness and peace. You chose revenge and rage. That is why I cannot fight alongside you. I am sorry."
Kylo's face twisted into a mask of rage and pain. "I'm not asking for you to fight with me !" he spat out, his voice strained with emotion. "Just be mine ! It's not that hard !"
Those words hurt more than anything he could have said. She didn't understand this desire for love. A need for something that was more than a mere bond.
She simply didn't understand.
She would never understand.
His grip on her tightened once more as his anger continued to build.
He didn't want her to join his side.
He didn't want her to fight alongside him.
He wanted her.
"Why ?! Why should I be yours ?!"
Kylo's expression shifted from hurt and confusion to anger once again. "Because I deserve you !" he snarled, his voice laced with possessive rage. "I deserve you. I want you. And I will get you !"
He grabbed her roughly, pulling her against him, his lips crashing into hers in a fierce and almost feral kiss.
JR-6025 gritted her teeth before a force surged through her.
"LET GO !", her voice boomed and Kylo Ren’s eyes widened in shock as he heard her and felt the energy—pushing him back.
He wasn't expecting her to fight back...He hadn't realized just what she was truly capable of. He stumbled back as he released his grip on her. His shock and anger grew in tandem as he saw what was happening.
She was fighting back.
And she was fighting with…
The Force.
JR’s eyes were wide open and she was looking down at him with fear in her eyes. She had never feared him before…
JR sighed.
"You are jealous. It is the only reason you are here. You are jealous of General Hux. You are trying to take over my mind. To make me into something I am not !"
He...
…Wait…
He suddenly realised something.
She was…
She really was...
She was reading into his very thoughts.
Reading his jealousy...
He was silent as he listened to her, a mix of anger and astonishment on his face.
"Yes." He finally confessed. "I am jealous."
His voice was tight with a mixture of rage, jealousy, and fear.
"Of Hux."
JR looked away.
"��Of course. Of course you would want the same thing. You do not care about me. Not truly. It is just another part of your childish game of rivalry…"
"It is not a game." He snarled, the anger boiling over as he finally let the mask drop.
"I..." He stopped, forcing himself to take a breath. His voice was a mix of pain and anger as he spoke again.
"I thought that..."
He shook his head violently.
"...I thought that...if I had you, I could..."
She closed her eyes and sighed as she saw his struggling with his own words.
"I think…I thought…I want to help you. I want to help you. But, I do not know how…"
She was so sweet...
So innocent and caring...
He felt such...
Such....such anger.
He didn't want to feel that anger anymore...
He hated the anger...
"Then...Help me."
His voice was soft as he spoke, the anger gone, replaced with something...different.
"How ?" She sobbed and cupped his face. "Tell me. How ? Please. Tell me. How can I help you ? How do I help you ?"
"Just...Be mine." He answered softly, his words full of pain and desperation. "Let me...have you. Let me possess you. Let me own you..."
He swallowed.
"Let me love you."
The words hurt her. They hurt her deeply.
"…Have. Possess. Own. The words you use hurt me. Because they go against everything I desire. Everything I fought for…"
He couldn't deny her words. They went against everything she stood for. Everything he had tried to deny. She didn't fight for her own gain. She fought for the freedom of others.
They were the exact opposite of his desires.
He was the exact opposite of her dreams.
He couldn’t deny any of her claims…
And yet, he still...desired her.
She gritted her teeth and sighed deeply.
"How could I love a man I know would bring my own destruction ? You would destroy me and whatever freedom I have fought so hard to get…How could I love…" She looked up at him. "…Kylo Ren ?"
"Because I..." He bit his lip as he looked at her. "Because I..."
He squeezed her arms, trying to get a hold on himself. His breath quickened as he found that the only thing he had to hold onto was her. His words were quiet, almost a whisper.
"...Because I love you."
She sighed and shook her head.
"…I do not think you know what love truly means."
The words hurt more than any blow he had ever suffered. Especially from her.
"I..."
He choked on his words, his anger growing once again.
"Then...Educate me."
Her eyes widened at his request and she looked sorry for him as she replied.
"I cannot."
"Why not ?!" His anger exploded again, but he was trying and failing to hold it back for her sake. "I am desperate for your love…I am desperate to hold it…desperate to possess it and claim it for myself…"
Words he had struggled to keep in came out in a rush.
"And you’re going to turn me away because I don’t know how to love ?"
"It is not something to be taught, Lord Kylo Ren." She started and he took a deep shaky breath.
"...Then I will learn it through you." His grip on her arms tightened, his anger spilling out again. He was desperate to have what he wanted. "...To have you."
"Have. Get. Possess…" She shuddered as she uttered those words. "…You still only see me as a stormtrooper. You grab me, squeeze me, use words that I have been told all my life. You wish to receive more than just love, but blind obedience…"
"If blind obedience is what it takes for you to be mine..." He was silent as she spoke, her words sinking into him. He couldn't deny his desire for it. His need to be obeyed. "...Then...Then I'll take it."
A threat. JR sighed. He would truly never learn or listen to her.
"…Then tell me…How would Ben Solo love me ?" She asked and Kylo was stunned.
Ben…Solo.
"He would treat you with respect...And kindness...And dignity..."
He was silent as his anger rose at the thought of someone else treating her with such things...
"He would ask things of you..."
His grip tightened even more.
"But he would want what was best for you...And he would never ask you to abandon your morals..."
She took a shaky breath. Oh how she wished for such love…But she then looked up at him with a sad smile.
"But you are not Ben Solo. So tell me…how would Kylo Ren love me ?"
His eyes immediately darkened as he grabbed her head and looked deep into her eyes.
"...He would possess you..."
His answer was blunt as he met her eyes, his anger and frustration slowly simmering down.
"He would claim you. Take you whenever he wants you...Whenever he needs you..."
There was a hunger in his words that he could not deny.
"He would bend your will to his wants and desires alone..."
She closed her eyes.
"…Would I still be…me ?"
He was silent for a few moments as his gaze fell on her.
"...No..."
He couldn't deny her words.
Her will would be bent to his own wishes. He would claim her as his own. She would do as he bid her...She wouldn’t be herself.
"...No..."
She remained silent and Kylo Ren could feel her pain.
"You wouldn’t be yourself. You would be what I want..." The words hurt as he spoke them. It hurt him to know that she wouldn't be herself...But he couldn't deny it. "…Or I would make it so..."
He was silent for a few moments, his fingers tightening on her arms as he tried to process what he was saying.
"...You said you wished. That you hoped for such love..." He was hesitant. "...But I am not Ben Solo..."
His voice still held some of that bitterness he had before.
"...And I...am not a kind man."
She looked away and took a deep breath.
"…What if I asked you to be ? For me ?" She asked and looked back at him.
His grip softened slightly at her question.
He was silent for a few moments.
"Do you want me to be…Ben ?" His voice was careful as he spoke, the hurt in him showing ever so subtly. "Do you...wish for me to be kind to you ?"
"Would you be ? If I asked you to ?" She asked again but with more confidence. But, Kylo Ten seemed in pain. Because he knew the answer. And she wouldn’t like it.
"...I couldn't..."
This had to be the hardest thing he had ever had to admit...
"...To be kind...To be gentle...To treat you as an equal..." He hesitated even now, his anger still simmering beneath the surface as he spoke.
"Yes. I could want to..."
But the harsh truth came out at last.
"But...I cannot be that man...Not for anyone...Not even for you."
She closed her eyes at the harsh truth.
His grip on her arms tightened again as he saw the hurt in her eyes.
He knew his words had hurt her...
And yet...
"...You did ask me. I am being honest. For you."
He paused for a moment, struggling to find the words.
"...I wish..." He couldn't finish the sentence, but he forced himself to. "...I wish I was that man...I wish I could be that man for you."
Yet the wishes of a man mattered little.
She slowly leant forward to kiss his lips softly.
"…This is a kiss for Ben. And I hope he will feel it."
His entire body tensed as she kissed him softly.
For a brief moment, he felt it...A warmth, a gentleness, something that reminded him of another...
For just a moment...He felt as if she had kissed…
Ben Solo.
"I…am not him. Not anymore." He whispered, but she just kept softly kissing his lips…There was no hurry or violent passion that threatened to burn. It was her first true kiss. A kiss she meant. A kiss full of hope and love and care…
He did not want to feel the gentleness, the tenderness in her touch. He did not want to feel the warmth of her kiss.
But he found that it was...
Comforting.
"...More..."
More than anything he could possibly deny...Than anything he wanted to deny.
Her lips felt gentle. Caring. Warm.
Hope.
Love.
Care.
He had never known such a gentle, wonderful, sweet kiss.
She pulled away.
He hesitated for a split second as she pulled away, as if he was holding on to a dream that was fading away from him.
Then he realized that the dream was real.
The kiss happened.
Her sweet kiss.
"...Again."
His voice was a whisper as he spoke, the hunger in him for her touch threatening to overwhelm him.
"Do not demand, Lord Ren. That kiss was for Ben. Not for you…" She denied him and he gritted his teeth.
"...Then give it to me..."
His voice was tight.
He was desperate for that kiss...
He tried to hide it.
To hold back from asking...
But he couldn't resist.
His hands tightened behind her back.
His tone had become hard once again...
...No longer gentle, but demanding.
"...Kiss me..."
"You wish to claim something that isn’t yours, Lord Ren. That kiss. It was for him. For…the man that could have been. That could still be." She said.
"...Then make it mine..."
His grip tightened on her.
He wouldn't deny her words. Not at all.
But he needed that kiss.
He wanted it for himself. For Kylo Ren.
And he couldn't resist...He couldn't deny the hunger that was growing inside of him.
"Kiss me once more, trooper..."
Her expression hardened as he called her that.
"That is NOT my name. Or what I am. Not anymore."
"I said..." His grip tightened, but his hands were trembling despite his effort to maintain his firm and stern grip. He needed her to obey, but his words came out weak and shaky and almost pleading.
"...I said..." The hunger in him had started to spill over. "Kiss me again."
The words were a mix of rage and desperation.
"No."
He was stunned at her mere utterance of the word. He was so used to getting his way. And now here she was, denying him.
And he hated it.
"I SAID..."
His voice rose.
The hunger. It was growing within him...
He wanted...He wanted so desperately...
"That kiss was for Ben. Only Ben Solo." She said and Kylo Ren’s eyes darkened
"Then you will be disappointed."
He tightened his grip again, trying to contain his anger. The hate within him.
"That man..."
Ben.
"...Doesn't exist."
His voice was cold, cruel, and brutal as he spoke.
"The only man that exists..."
He squeezed a little tighter.
"...Is me."
His grip tightened on her and his knuckles were white as he squeezed...
Rage boiling inside of him.
"You're mine..."
It was all he could think of as he squeezed her arms.
"...You're mine if I say you're mine..."
The words spilled out of him like poison, his anger growing as she refused and his hold on himself growing weaker...
"...Do you understand ?"
JR glared at him and wrench away from his grip.
"No."
His jaw twitched at her refusal.
"Very well..." His words were hard to get out as the hunger inside of him grew even more. "...Then I shall take what I want by force."
He watched as she refused him to his face.
And he hated it.
That hunger. That rage.
It wasn't being sated, it was simply bubbling up and up as his grip on himself grew weaker...He stared at her with a hard, almost cruel look, the hunger still boiling up and up and up...
"...If you refuse..." It took him an effort to speak the words. "...I will hurt you."
"You wouldn’t."
"...Try me."
The anger in him was spilling over now as he gripped his fists. He was desperate to keep her...And if she wouldn't be willingly...Then he would take her by force.
"Try to resist me. See if I wouldn't hurt you..."
She frowned.
"You are only a guest in my head, Kylo Ren." She reminded him.
His grip on his sanity weakened further as he heard the words.
Her head...?
He was just a guest ?
His rage rose, and with it came the hunger within him...He wanted to show her that she was wrong...And to make her see.
"...So you think you're safe from me here...?"
He paused, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he spoke...
"...That you can just refuse me here ?"
"Don’t."
She was still refusing him. She still believed herself safe, despite the situation they were in...
"Don’t..."
It was an absurd thing for her to ask.
She was his.
The hunger inside of him was growing, and he was finding it harder and harder to maintain his hold on himself...
"Don’t..."
He wanted to laugh at her naivety. Did she really think her words held any power over him ?The hunger was growing, spreading, taking hold of him...and there was no stopping it.
He took a step towards her.
She took a step back.
Another step forward.
His grip on his willpower was growing more and more tenuous as he stepped closer and closer to her.
Another step...
"Do NOT take another step !"
Kylo Ren didn’t listen.
"...You cannot stop me."
His voice was low as he took another step towards her...She gritted her teeth.
"Please."
A flash of amusement flitted across his face.
"You know very well that I don't care for please..." His voice was still hard as he took a step backward. "Besides, I already have what I want..."
He was close to her, just close enough to reach out a hand and touch her. Suddenly, she raised her hand towards him and tried to use the Force to stop him. His eyes widened as he felt something tug at him. He took an involuntary step backwards, his eyes flashing with surprise and annoyance...
He was still trying to maintain his grasp on himself. His voice was a snarl. But he took her grip by the wrist, holding it in his hands...
He pulled her towards him.
He was furious.
The hunger was gnawing at him.
And he was starting to think...
Perhaps I should break your mind...
JR’s eyes widened in fear.
"Lord Ren. Please…No."
"I will do what I please." He seethed and lifted her hand to do just that. The hunger inside of him was growing, just like the rage. His grip on her wrist was tight. He didn't want to hurt her if he could help it...But he was growing weary of her refusal to submit to him.
Perhaps if he just showed her...what he could do ?
"K-Kylo Ren. P-Please." She felt tears in her eyes as pain spread through her mind. "Don’t. You’re not a monster."
His grip tensed as he saw the pain and heard her words. He was almost ready to stop...almost tempted to release her.
...But the rage inside of him was growing.
"You don't know what I am..." He hissed as his grip tightened on her wrist.
"I know. I know that you think yourself irredeemable and that you feel there is no one you can trust and everyone is seeking to hurt you. But, I know there's some good in you. I know it."
His response came out almost instantly without a thought.
"There is no good left in me...I am what I am..."
His grip went even tighter...
"And you will learn to accept that fact..."
"Never." She still felt his mind clashing with hers and threatening to crush her. "I won’t…ever…stop believing."
He paused for a moment at her words.
Her resolve...
Her absolute belief that there was some sort of light left in him...
It was...disconcerting.
"...Then your beliefs will prove to be your undoing..." She felt his grip tighten on her just a little bit more. She suddenly reached out for his face and gently ran the back of her fingers over his scarred cheek.
"…So beautiful." She felt him trying to crush her but her eyes revealed nothing but love.
His mind was faltering as her fingers ran over his scarred face. The hunger and rage within him was starting to be overwhelmed by something else. He was trying to regain his focus, to maintain it. But her touch on his face. There was something...soothing about it.
Soothing and warm and gentle.
And she wasn't even trying...
She was just...
Touching him.
She kept touching him gently and smiled softly at him. Her eyes glassy and her thumb stroking his scar before she leant forward.
"…You wanted a kiss, Lord Ren ? Here it is."
She kissed his scar.
His grip on his sanity was gone the moment she kissed his scar.
She wasn't trying to tease him.
She wasn't trying to appeal to his desires.
And yet he found himself wanting something more, something he hadn't wanted or desired or needed since...
...It had felt like a lifetime ago...
His eyes fluttered closed as the kiss continued on his scar. She had finally kissed him...
She peppered the rough skin with kisses, her lips seeking to soothe all his scars. Her gentleness was almost torture for him…a sweet torture.
It was torture. And yet he craved it like nothing else. His mind was growing fuzzy as her lips touched him. The hunger and the rage were beginning to disappear. The sweetness was taking hold of him...
And he wanted more.
His hands ran through her hair...
Cradling her head as the kisses continued.
More...
She lifted her hands to grab the back of his head as her lips kept their tender assault on his scar. His grip tightened on her as she grabbed the back of his head. His mind was growing foggy as her lips kept up their assault on his scar...
More...
His mouth opened a little and his lips pressed against her cheek. There was no need for her to respond, no need for her to do anything at all.
Just let him drink in her affection...
Let her show him how gentle she could be...
She shivered at the sensation of his lips against her cheek and let her lips linger over his brow…
"I shall heal you…I shall heal you…I promise." She uttered in a whisper against his damaged skin.
He was breathless as her lips lingered over his cheek. His hands found themselves in her hair...
I shall heal you..
He was overwhelmed. He was overwhelmed by her soft touch and her words...Her confidence in him, her faith that he wasn't an irredeemable monster...He needed her to keep it up...
Keep up this...
Gentleness...
To keep showing him that he could be healed...
He needed her to keep it up...
Keep it up...
He suddenly pulled her closer and hissed in her ear.
"You are wasting your time trying to heal me. There is nothing left to heal. It is all gone."
She held him fearlessly.
"No. I will mend and fix and heal. It doesn’t matter if it hurts or takes me a lifetime. I will not give up on you."
His grip tightened around her as his voice was a low, harsh growl.
"...You will never succeed..."
His face tilted so that his lips were almost touching her ear as he spoke...
"...I am beyond repair..."
He pulled her closer.
Beyond healing...
"It's a waste of time..."
"There is...nothing..." He choked out as he pulled her closer to his mouth, his words growing more harsh and more bitter..."Nothing to heal. The time for healing passed a long time ago."
He was panting as he heard her words.
"There is nothing left to heal."
The hunger boiled up inside of him once more...There's nothing left to heal. The words pounded in his head.
His grip on her tightened as he hissed once more...But still she held him, refusing to give up on him even as he continued to refuse her. He wanted to punish her for her obstinacy. For her self-righteous refusal to believe him.
She dug her fingers into his shoulders as she kept him close. His grip on her tightened as his hissing grew into a growl.
There’s nothing…
Nothing left to heal.
Nothing left to heal.
The words repeated in his head like a mantra as his mind was growing hazy. The rage he felt at her stubborn refusal was growing into something else...Something he barely recognized...His hands ran through her hair, his fingers running through her soft locks.
His mind was growing more and more clouded. The anger and rage were bubbling up and up inside of him...His hands started to shake with the rage that he felt boiling up and up and up...
He wanted...He needed...
His eyes closed, and his breath was coming in short, harsh puffs as the rage and hunger continued to bubble and boil up. She was digging and digging and digging into his shoulders...But he was trying to get away...She wouldn’t let him.
His hands started to shake more...His breath coming more ragged...The rage was threatening to become unbearable...
...The hunger...
The need for her...
His grip tightened on her as he tried to break free of her stubborn grip...His mind was foggy and haze as he tried to tear himself away...But all efforts were useless as he felt himself grow even more enraged.
"LET ME GO !"
"NO !"
"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LET ME GO ?!" He was shouting now, his anger burning hotter as every second passed. But there was something else he was feeling beneath this rising rage...
Need.
He pushed her hands away and tried to pull away from her...But every movement felt as if an anchor was tied around his limbs.
His breath was coming in short, harsh puffs as his face distorted in rage...
She let out a scream of determination and held on to him with every inch of her body—tackling him to the ground and wrapping her legs and arms around him. The scream cut through him as he felt her grappling onto him...
He screamed too as he tried to break free.
Her grip was too strong ! She was too strong !
He couldn't break himself free. His mind was cloudy.
"LET ME GO !" He forced himself to demand once more.
Let me go !
He pushed back, his hands gripping her legs and body as he tried to pull her off of him.
"NEVER !" She held on stubbornly.
"WHY ?!" His voice was filled with rage as he screamed, his grip on her tightening. "WHY CAN'T YOU LET ME GO ?!"
"BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT YOU ! BECAUSE YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THE ONLY DAMN PERSON THAT I COULD CONFIDE IN AND I CAN SEE YOU IN PAIN AND IT IS KILLING ME !" She shouted back. She was tired and she just wanted him to understand that no matter what…She wouldn’t give up.
Her words hit him and stopped him dead in his tracks. No one had ever confessed such feelings towards him. No one had ever told him that he had been someone that they could confide in...
"You're lying." His voice was harsh as he said the words, his grip tightening as he tried to push her away again.
She held on strong. No matter how desperate he was and tried to get her off him.
"I WON’T LET GO ! YOU MIGHT AS WELL KILL ME RIGHT NOW !"
"SHUT UP !" He screamed in a blind rage, but there was something in his mind...Something that told him she wasn't lying to him. His grip on her grew slightly weaker...
"NO !" She buried her face against his neck.
His grip continued to slacken as he tried to push her away. But her grip was still too strong.
"...let me go..." His voice was barely a whisper now as his demand turned into a desperate plea.
"…No…" She took a deep inhale and grabbed a handful of his hair and pull him closer to her—but her grip was soft as not to hurt him.
He flinched as she pulled him in closer, holding onto his hair. But his eyes were beginning to grow softer. He was staring at her.
But he said nothing.
"…Never." She repeated—holding his gaze.
His gaze slowly softened. His face began to relax. He looked as though he were relaxing in her grip. As though her presence were something welcome, an anchor that prevented him from flying off the edge...
She smiled and restrained tears.
"Never."
Suddenly his grip loosened and his hands ran through her hair.
So soft...
He moved his forehead to hers.
"Never never never…" She kept repeating over and over as her grip on him grew stronger and more intense.
"Never never never..."
She wouldn't let go. And he wouldn't make her. He wrapped his arms around her, buried his face in her. He had no choice but to finally accept his fate.
She let out a sigh of relief and smiled before kissing the top of his head.
His arms squeezed around her, burying his head in her chest...
"Never never never..." He repeated the words. But this time, they were said with comfort and relief...
Never never never...let me go.
He thought and tightened his grip on her. She closed her eyes and held him as if she was afraid of losing him…as if she would never let him go…as if she sought to keep him safe forever.
He had never felt such comfort and reassurance. Such safety and relief...All her presence told him was:
Home.
He was safe.
She would keep him safe.
He buried his head deeper into her chest, clinging to her with a tenacity he had never shown before. She huffed a laugh at how calm he seemed now and she wrapped her arms around his head as she laid her cheek on top of his head and gently caressed his wild black locks.
His arms only tightened around her.
And he felt content.
He felt safe.
...And that's what he had craved all along.
His hair was as soft as silk...the strands of black, curly locks, curling loosely around her fingers.
He tilted his head back and looked at her. She was so…
...Beautiful.
He tilted his head back more, his gaze focusing on her lips...She noticed and smiled as she saw something else in his gaze. She was now certain that it wasn’t Kylo Ren in her arms right now…
She stopped and smiled down at him before uttering softly—as if she was talking to a scared kitten ready to run away at any moment.
"…Hi there, Ben."
He didn't answer her with words. Instead he moved his forehead forward more. Touching hers...And then his lips were moving along the curve of her cheek...her jawline...her chin...Before her lips were found.
She smiled before kissing him softly.
He kissed back, softly at first, trying to keep this tender and gentle. But soon it became more feverish, more desperate. He pulled her closer, gripping her tightly as he pressed his lips harder against hers.
She met his kisses with a soft smile on her lips.
His lips explored hers. And his hands continued to grip her, pressing him close to her, their bodies together now, their hips touching as their hands roamed each other's bodies...
A breathless chuckle escaped him as a smile spread across his lips too...
She smiled back and looked him in the eyes. She found a whole new soul there and one that was worthy of being loved…She kissed him again. Her lips were warm and soft and gentle and they teased him. They teased him into pressing back harder, teased him into holding her tighter. His body moved against hers as their hands roamed each other. He was holding her in every possible inch of him...not allowing her to escape his grip, while their lips explored each other.
She smiled and even though she had trouble breathing, she still kept kissing him. He moaned against her as his grip tightened around her, his hands starting to roam all over her body.
And the breathlessness began to hit her too.
They were both breathless as they kissed, their lips pressed together tightly as they both gasped for air.
She pulled away and breathed out a laugh.
"Just…Just a second. Give me…"
His eyes remained closed as a blush spread across his cheeks. His breath was still shaky...
"Alright...."
But his hands had their own agenda. They gripped her tight and pulled her back against him, his hands holding her to his chest as their bodies remained in contact...
She chuckled.
"Clingy much ?" She teased.
"Only when it's you..." His voice was still wobbly as he smiled and looked up at her. He tilted his head up and pressed his face against her neck, kissing the soft skin, his breath warming her as he did so...
"What if I just…?" She moved barely an inch away.
His grip tightened around her as she moved.
"Do not."
His voice was low and hoarse as he warned her. He buried his face into her neck again, moving to another spot, before his mouth found another patch of skin, planting a few kisses over it...
She chuckled.
"Okay okay…Sorry."
"Do. Not. Move." He spoke a little more forcefully and his grip tightened around her further as his voice dropped an octave. He continued planting kisses around her neck as his hands found his way to her hips, their hands and bodies still completely pressed together.
She smiled.
"Alright. That’s ONE command I’ll follow."
"Good girl...." His voice was husky as he spoke, his grip loosening just a bit. He planted a few more kisses around her neck before leaning back and looking up at her. "Now stay."
"…With the way you’re holding me. I don’t think I’d be able to do much moving even if I wanted to…"
Ben playfully rolled his eyes before holding her closer.
"Mmmph..." A small chuckle escaped him as he pressed his face against her chest.
He chuckled as well as he continued letting his hands roam...
"What a shame..." His arms remained wrapped tightly around her and he kept holding her. But he continued to plant kisses on her. As he moved his lips...to her jaw...And then to her ears.
Her ears were scarlet red.
He chuckled as he took note of the redness of her ears. He planted a kiss on one of her ears and then another on the other. He moved back once more, smiling cheekily, as he asked.
"Do they always get flushed when you're aroused ?"
They became even redder and she looked embarrassed.
"I don’t know what you are talking about…"
"Mmm-hmm....." He chuckled as he moved to kiss her on the tip of her nose. "I think you do..."
His hand ran over her cheek as he spoke. She humphed before suddenly reaching for the hair covering his ears—attempting to see them.
He felt her hand reach for his ears and suddenly his head was being forced to the side as she tried to take a look at his ears, trying to see if they were red as well...
"What do you think you're doing ?" His voice was hoarse slightly tense as he spoke. He glanced over at her, his eyebrows raised as he saw what she was doing...
She didn’t reply and only pulled back the hair behind his ears to look at them. She smiled.
"I knew it. They’re red too !"
"They are not red !" He spoke with a growl as he moved to cover his ears again but was pulled back again by her. His breath became shaky again as he spoke, but he was still trying to put on an angry expression. But the way her hand was pulling at his hair made it impossible to hold the facade for too long.
"…Don’t cover them." She said and smiled. "Please ?"
He thought about it for a second before slowly lowering his hands from his ears. And then, reluctantly. Keeping his eyes on her the entire time. He let his hands fall into his lap and sat still, letting her look. She looked at them and her smile widened.
"They’re big. And red. But…they’re also very nice."
She then pressed her forehead against his and smiled.
"And that way…we match."
Match...
The word hung there in the air for a moment between them...
Match...
The way their ears were red.
The way their lips were red.
"Yes. I guess you could say that..." He sighed and his arms went around her again. "…we match."
She smiled before resting her chin on his shoulder. They remained like that. His arms wrapped around her, her chin resting on his shoulder. Their bodies together as they stayed quiet. In that moment, there was nothing but the two of them in the galaxy.
No First Order...
No Resistance...
No Rey...
And definitely no Kylo Ren...
All there was was two red-eared lovers.
She smiled and kissed his cheek.
A soft chuckle escaped his lips as she kissed him. She was the only one that could make him behave like this. The only one who could turn him from the Supreme Commander of the First Order into just...
Ben
She squeezed herself tighter into him as her arms remained around his back.
"Now who is being clingy ?" His voice felt hoarse once more as he whispered the words in a tone that was somewhere between teasing and affectionate.
"Me." She admitted unapologetically and looked at him with a small grin.
He chuckled softly and hugged her even tighter.
"Yes...Now stay still." At this point he was just looking for an excuse to touch her more. He kissed the side of her neck again. "Or else...I might have to make you."
"That sounds like a threat." She grinned.
"It was. It is. And you better listen." His voice was huskier now as he spoke. "Now stay still..."
His grip on her tightened once more as he reiterated his threat.
"...Or I will make you..."
She chuckled.
"Is that so ?" She kissed his red ear. He shuddered at the sensation and his grip tightened around her as an instinctual reaction.
"Yes..."
His breaths were shaky as he spoke...
"And I'll keep making you until you stop teasing me. So stay...still."
She grinned.
"Sorry…"
She then held him closer and sighed.
"…Ben."
He felt himself melt as she said his name...
Ben...
She said his name in such a loving way...
This is who I am to her...Ben, her Ben.
In her arms, with her around him, his world felt right...She smiled at the loving gaze he gave her and only repeated the name again.
"Ben…"
He sighed as he felt a soft shiver run all over his body. How could she do this to him with such simple words...? With just one name ? His breathing became even more shaky.
"That’s right. Say it again."
"Ben."
"Mmm..." That was all he could manage at that moment. He pressed his face against her chest again. "Say it again..."
"Ben…" She kissed the top of his head.
"Again..." His voice was so quiet and weak she had to lean down to hear it. But she heard it all the same...
"Ben." She repeated once more and proceeded to caress his head with a loving smile.
He let out a sigh as her hand went through his hair and over his ear.
"Again..." His tone was husky, desperate, even. He wished to remember that name. To remember it until he could never forget it again. "...Just once more..."
"…Ben." She cupped his face.
A soft gasp escaped him as her hand ran across his face. And she cupped his face. He was powerless here.
Nothing but a boy. A boy who had finally found a home.
"Again..." He was on the verge of tears. He muttered the words but they were barely audible as he spoke.
She opened her mouth to say his name again when she suddenly felt like she didn’t have a voice any longer. And her eyes watered as she suddenly felt an invisible force tightening their grip on her throat. Behind Ben, she could see a tall dark figure standing there…Supreme Leader Snoke.
He stood there and suddenly, both her and Ben were thrown off each other and she tried to scream—but no sound came out.
The force holding them apart was so strong, so impossible to fight...Neither of them were strong enough to budge themselves even an inch. His grip tightened around her throat and she suddenly couldn't breathe. Her eyes were watering, her voice was silenced. He could sense the terror in her. He could also sense his own fear.
How had he failed to sense Snoke's presence...?
Suddenly, the connection was cut and JR was brought back to the island with Luke and Rey while Ben was brought back to the ship.
"BEN !" JR screamed…But he was gone.
And worst part was ?
She couldn’t even feel their connection through the Force anymore…Someone had cut their connection.
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