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 A  BEAD  OF  SWEAT  zig  -  zags  along  the  crest  of  his  uniform  ,  spotting  from  matted  hairlines  .  despite  the  harboring  heat  ,  delicate  cold  gnaws  along  the  thin  lining  of  kylo’s  stomach  .  so  soon  after  the  loss  of  his  ——  no  !  after  the  GROWTH  of  his  POWER  .  .  .  an  echo  of  regret  rattles  yet  on  sunken  ribcage  .  the  cold  bite  of  familial  murder  .  but  in  his  pride  ,  he  tries  ,   ❝  YES  .  ❞

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     ❝ YOU ARE SO much like me… ❞ Remorse runs through his words, eyes gentle but dark; set in a face that shifts like a nebula. Nothing breeds monstrosity like Skywalkers, an inclination for tragedy that runs bone deep, burns like fire in their blood. Han Solo had not been enough to dilute it. But there is hope, isn’t there? There is always hope. ❝ Does it help? Destroying things? ❞ Do you still feel empty inside?

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