You knew that those things were wrong when you did them. [ She won't hear arguments otherwise--he was not manipulated in that way. He knew killing his father was wrong, and he still did it. ] Snoke used your fear to lead you.
[ She's stubborn on this point, even if she softens to less rage and more empathy, understanding. She cannot know what it is like for him--this is something they don't share. But she understands it better than anyone else. She has seen more of it. He has let her. ]
If you want to move beyond him, you need to let it go. He made you think there was no way back, but there is. But you have to believe in more than protecting yourself.
( the fear was like a toothache: a low, persistent throb of pain that had become a part of who he was to such an extent that imagining it being gone was ... impossible, once. )
And what if I do not know who I am without the anger.
[ That's why she's here now. That's why she's been here the whole time, despite her reservations. As long as he's accepting it, she'll give it.
She trudges down those steps, reaches for his arm. For a moment, she hesitates, leaving her hand there. Then she leans forward, tipping her forehead against his chest and sighing. He's right there. She can feel it. ]
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[ She's stubborn on this point, even if she softens to less rage and more empathy, understanding. She cannot know what it is like for him--this is something they don't share. But she understands it better than anyone else. She has seen more of it. He has let her. ]
If you want to move beyond him, you need to let it go. He made you think there was no way back, but there is. But you have to believe in more than protecting yourself.
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( the fear was like a toothache: a low, persistent throb of pain that had become a part of who he was to such an extent that imagining it being gone was ... impossible, once. )
And what if I do not know who I am without the anger.
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[ That's why she's here now. That's why she's been here the whole time, despite her reservations. As long as he's accepting it, she'll give it.
She trudges down those steps, reaches for his arm. For a moment, she hesitates, leaving her hand there. Then she leans forward, tipping her forehead against his chest and sighing. He's right there. She can feel it. ]
You're not alone.