The barest tic of a smile tugs at Kylo's mouth. His eyes slip shut. He leans, just a fraction, into the gentle touch of Ronan's hands.
"It won't make sense," he sighs. "I could tell you that I believed it would set me free. I could tell you how angry it made me to see him there, finally, in the flesh. After all those years he never came — either of them, neither of them ever came — and there he was. Like he could have been, any time he chose. But you don't know... there's so much you would need to know. And for what? What would be gained? He's dead."
Kylo swallows. He meets Ronan's gaze, steady despite the glassy quality to the darkness of his eyes.
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The barest tic of a smile tugs at Kylo's mouth. His eyes slip shut. He leans, just a fraction, into the gentle touch of Ronan's hands.
"It won't make sense," he sighs. "I could tell you that I believed it would set me free. I could tell you how angry it made me to see him there, finally, in the flesh. After all those years he never came — either of them, neither of them ever came — and there he was. Like he could have been, any time he chose. But you don't know... there's so much you would need to know. And for what? What would be gained? He's dead."
Kylo swallows. He meets Ronan's gaze, steady despite the glassy quality to the darkness of his eyes.
"I killed him for nothing at all."