“ I used to admire you. Now I see you for what you are. WEAK. ”
There is no mistaking the prominent notes of agitation and disappointment in the Supreme Leader’s eyes, as he looks darkly upon the thin apparition of the man beneath the mask. Anger courses hotly through his veins as he recalls the hours spent staring into the hollow black eyes of the distorted mask, wondering about the man beneath it - his grandfather. I WOULD FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED. Kylo would have been Vader’s heir, his true successor. But Kylo realizes now that Vader is no man to aspire to; to be the heir of. Vader was merely another hapless Skywalker in the end. WORTHLESS.
“ I suggest you get out. I’m not going to listen to whatever you have to say, ” Kylo snarls, spinning on his heel to STARE into the eyes of his grandfather. Lips now curled into a feral sneer, the Supreme Leader’s aching madness seems to etch through. Madness. Or, perhaps, his weariness. When was the last time he slept ? Maybe his grandfather was only an illusion.
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