[It's something personal, private. One of the few precious secrets still held dear against her chest in a world without walls.
Recognizing it for what it is comes easily. A peace offering, a truce. Rare as it might be for him to be satisfied with anything less than an iron grip, Cathaway had been right— the Force had been right— they're one and the same. If anything is shared, it'll run in equal amounts between them.
Balance.
Ren tips his head in a silent nod, fingers inching upwards across his chin to cover his mouth as he listens. Watches.]
no subject
Recognizing it for what it is comes easily. A peace offering, a truce. Rare as it might be for him to be satisfied with anything less than an iron grip, Cathaway had been right— the Force had been right— they're one and the same. If anything is shared, it'll run in equal amounts between them.
Balance.
Ren tips his head in a silent nod, fingers inching upwards across his chin to cover his mouth as he listens. Watches.]