“I know,” he admitted quietly, his shoulders slumping, body sliding a bit down the bulkhead she’d thrown him against.
“I convinced myself that I wanted you to rule at my side. I thought that was the only thing for us. And now, I.” I scrubbed a tired hand across his face, a gesture that was reminiscent not of Kylo Ren, but of his father. “I want to be your friend, but I’m afraid I have no idea how to do that.” He offered it not as an excuse, and barely as a flimsy explanation. Friend was too small of a word, but he’d been so callous about their bond, had tried to use it against her, to manipulate her, and now, that was the last thing he wanted. The trouble was, he didn’t know how to stop.
“What I did was supposed to be the end of it. The end of me. And now there’s more. There’s you.” He nodded to himself, sniffling as discretely as he could. “I should’ve told you.”
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“I convinced myself that I wanted you to rule at my side. I thought that was the only thing for us. And now, I.” I scrubbed a tired hand across his face, a gesture that was reminiscent not of Kylo Ren, but of his father. “I want to be your friend, but I’m afraid I have no idea how to do that.” He offered it not as an excuse, and barely as a flimsy explanation. Friend was too small of a word, but he’d been so callous about their bond, had tried to use it against her, to manipulate her, and now, that was the last thing he wanted. The trouble was, he didn’t know how to stop.
“What I did was supposed to be the end of it. The end of me. And now there’s more. There’s you.” He nodded to himself, sniffling as discretely as he could. “I should’ve told you.”