[ an immediate sense of familiarity strikes her, and spills across the open connection of the empathy bond. she feels as though she recognizes wei wuxian like this, better than she recognizes the one in front of her. she has seen him before. in a nightmare, in a daydream. in kylo ren and in the very vision of her own self on the dark side, swinging that twin-bladed saber.
we are the same.
it startles her, the way she immediately longs for that sense of belonging, the camaraderie she feels in looking on this image of wei wuxian. her hand recoils quickly. she is afraid of herself, not of him. and she is afraid of how compelling she finds this version of him.
the connection breaks and falls limp. hard, uneven breaths fill the startled space between them as she searches his face. ]
But you — you wouldn't do something like that. [ maybe it is a part of him, but it's a part of him that lies in the past. the potential simmers there, all the same. ]
I'm touched that you think of me kindly, miss Rey.
[ he really, truly is. ]
The things I did, in my last life... are things I would still do today. People are not meant to be binary beings, we are not only good or only evil. We're complex, we're honest thieves and lying heroes. I want to do good, and I have chosen to do evil. It isn't a matter of fighting it. Just understanding it. You can't shed the dark parts of yourself any more than you can shed the good.
[ though she recoils from him, his hands are gentle when he reaches for her face. when he touches his thumbs to her tears and wipes them aside, cradling her head between his palms. ]
Then, there are people who have managed to divorce themselves from their good, or their bad. They're no longer in balance. See?
[ one hand drops, and on the digital canvas he plays with so often, he draws a simple figure -- one any child from his time knows. the elegant circle, the flowing line that divides. the black side, the white side and the dot of opposing color within them. the symbol of yin and yang, of cosmological duality. ]
You've been fighting yourself for a long time, haven't you?
[ she does not see herself in this yin-yang symbol. or rather, she doesn't see it wholly in herself. she sees herself and kylo ren, curled around one another, seeking union. but the principle is the same. if they are one soul, they can't come into balance without embracing one another — for all their light, and darkness.
kylo ren won't embrace his light, and if he doesn't, he'll pull her into the darkness. she flinches away from that thought. ]
This is the way of the Force. It's what holds things in balance. [ she traces the middle dividing line between the two sides of the symbol. ] That same Force is in all of us. In me. [ there's tension between the sides now. they're spilling into one another. ] But not here.
[ maybe she'd fallen out of balance because she'd lost her connection to the force. maybe it wasn't her fault, entirely, that she had drifted towards kylo ren like that. ]
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we are the same.
it startles her, the way she immediately longs for that sense of belonging, the camaraderie she feels in looking on this image of wei wuxian. her hand recoils quickly. she is afraid of herself, not of him. and she is afraid of how compelling she finds this version of him.
the connection breaks and falls limp. hard, uneven breaths fill the startled space between them as she searches his face. ]
But you — you wouldn't do something like that. [ maybe it is a part of him, but it's a part of him that lies in the past. the potential simmers there, all the same. ]
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[ he really, truly is. ]
The things I did, in my last life... are things I would still do today. People are not meant to be binary beings, we are not only good or only evil. We're complex, we're honest thieves and lying heroes. I want to do good, and I have chosen to do evil. It isn't a matter of fighting it. Just understanding it. You can't shed the dark parts of yourself any more than you can shed the good.
[ though she recoils from him, his hands are gentle when he reaches for her face. when he touches his thumbs to her tears and wipes them aside, cradling her head between his palms. ]
Then, there are people who have managed to divorce themselves from their good, or their bad. They're no longer in balance. See?
[ one hand drops, and on the digital canvas he plays with so often, he draws a simple figure -- one any child from his time knows. the elegant circle, the flowing line that divides. the black side, the white side and the dot of opposing color within them. the symbol of yin and yang, of cosmological duality. ]
You've been fighting yourself for a long time, haven't you?
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Powerful light, powerful darkness.
[ she does not see herself in this yin-yang symbol. or rather, she doesn't see it wholly in herself. she sees herself and kylo ren, curled around one another, seeking union. but the principle is the same. if they are one soul, they can't come into balance without embracing one another — for all their light, and darkness.
kylo ren won't embrace his light, and if he doesn't, he'll pull her into the darkness. she flinches away from that thought. ]
This is the way of the Force. It's what holds things in balance. [ she traces the middle dividing line between the two sides of the symbol. ] That same Force is in all of us. In me. [ there's tension between the sides now. they're spilling into one another. ] But not here.
[ maybe she'd fallen out of balance because she'd lost her connection to the force. maybe it wasn't her fault, entirely, that she had drifted towards kylo ren like that. ]