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[narcissithstic]

HATRED all will suffer for their crimes.	SERVICE within it, glory beyond measure.
CONTROL chaos brought to heel through pain.	FEAR failure, weakness, mediocrity...

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[snippycup]

[She stops at the doorway and turns politely when he calls for her to wait, expression devoid of emotion (having forced it down and locked it away). As far as she was concerned, they were done. She had made her apology in giving him what remained of her closest memories, when in reality she should have left him to stew alone.

But she is not that sort of person, and could never be even if she tried. She pauses only to give him a chance -- because everyone deserved at least that much.

But she will not give herself over to him, to be assaulted by the monster he'd fashioned himself after.]

[narcissithstic]

[He can feel it already, how she's hardened herself against him. Not with cruelty or contempt, but for the memories he holds— clutches white-knuckled— to his chest, the core of his entire world.

It would be pointless to press her further; he knows it, understands it, but—]

Don't deny him just because you don't want to see it.

[snippycup]

[To that, Ahsoka shakes her head in a brief but polite rejection. It isn't denial -- not really. It's knowing herself, and knowing what would become of the galaxy at the hands of the Empire, championed by a Force user as powerful as Anakin Skywalker.

She knows. She doesn't need to see.]

That is where you are mistaken. It's not what he would have wanted.

[No summation of Anakin would have wanted his padawan to see him fall to the Dark Side, which would have left one alternative.

With a knot in her chest, she bows, and turns again.]

Good night, Kylo Ren. May the Force be with you.