a short, derisive breath forced its way out of the eldest solo brother’s nose, thick black waves shaking as his head moved slowly from side to side. “and you thought, even for a second, that i might listen?” he mocked him, taunting him. as soon as the twins had been born, a young toddler kylo had watched his parents fall in love with the pair, effectively already pushing their oldest to the wayside, already convinced their first try was a failure. he could practically see it every time he had looked at the twins, even as a child - he could see the praise swirling in his parents’ heads every time they did anything, just as he could see the disappointment in their eyes when they tore their sight away from the favorites to the other.
even after he had left for luke’s academy, and long after that as he let the idea of a family die in his head, he had resented the younger solos, a burning hatred that he didn’t know if he could ever quell. “you don’t trust me. why should i be any different?”