When Ronan looks at him again, his face is streaked with tears. His cheeks are flushed hot with humiliation. His stomach is in knots. It's impossible to discern whether these emotions are his own or whether the memories have summoned them, but it's not important, because he feels them all the same.
Though Ronan's sorry he asked for this, Kylo's wrong about the reason. He wasn't hoping to see the life of Ben Solo, hope of the fledgling New Republic and champion of the Light. The only person he wants to know is the one standing before him. Ronan would love him no matter how ugly the truth is.
But the last thing he wants to do is hurt Kylo. If this is forcing him to relive all the worst parts of his life, Ronan won't keep dragging him through it.
"Look," he pleads, his voice brittle. "Look at me now. I'm not asking you for anything I wouldn't give you. We're both fuck-ups. You think I never disappointed anyone? You think I never scared the shit outta them? Look and see."
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When Ronan looks at him again, his face is streaked with tears. His cheeks are flushed hot with humiliation. His stomach is in knots. It's impossible to discern whether these emotions are his own or whether the memories have summoned them, but it's not important, because he feels them all the same.
Though Ronan's sorry he asked for this, Kylo's wrong about the reason. He wasn't hoping to see the life of Ben Solo, hope of the fledgling New Republic and champion of the Light. The only person he wants to know is the one standing before him. Ronan would love him no matter how ugly the truth is.
But the last thing he wants to do is hurt Kylo. If this is forcing him to relive all the worst parts of his life, Ronan won't keep dragging him through it.
"Look," he pleads, his voice brittle. "Look at me now. I'm not asking you for anything I wouldn't give you. We're both fuck-ups. You think I never disappointed anyone? You think I never scared the shit outta them? Look and see."