[Fear is potent, corrupt. It boils in his veins as clearly as the rage that fuels him and-- in spite of what the Jedi say-- there is strength in it. Desperation breeds determination, after all; the violent thrashing of something cornered rather than paralyzed. Or it ought to be, at least. His life has always been muddied with conflict that binds, rather than frees. Locks him to the spot of his own indecision.
Those days are gone.
For her, they soon will be as well.
Because there is nothing so new about peeling away memories like something physical and passing them off with purpose: Ren keeps the memories of water that are more...fragile close, but where she holds her fear, he offers the simplicity of experience. Life aboard Starkiller Base, the Finalizer, where troops and officers alike needed the comfort of recreational training within heated pools of glossy water. Not blue, but pitch dark and seemingly endless - a byproduct of the hewn obsidian stone that lined it. The deck would always be abandoned when he dared to use it (locked off on his own orders) but it was-- at times-- like swimming through the stars themselves once the light hit the water at just the right angle. Water lapping at bare, flecked skin. It was routine, and it was comforting as much as anything could truly be with anguish beating hotly in his chest.]
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Those days are gone.
For her, they soon will be as well.
Because there is nothing so new about peeling away memories like something physical and passing them off with purpose: Ren keeps the memories of water that are more...fragile close, but where she holds her fear, he offers the simplicity of experience. Life aboard Starkiller Base, the Finalizer, where troops and officers alike needed the comfort of recreational training within heated pools of glossy water. Not blue, but pitch dark and seemingly endless - a byproduct of the hewn obsidian stone that lined it. The deck would always be abandoned when he dared to use it (locked off on his own orders) but it was-- at times-- like swimming through the stars themselves once the light hit the water at just the right angle. Water lapping at bare, flecked skin. It was routine, and it was comforting as much as anything could truly be with anguish beating hotly in his chest.]