“ kill me. ”
it’s not the plea of a little boy nor the taunt of a supreme leader. the two words ( so simple, really ) are calm, collected. he finds a certain peace in them that he hasn’t felt in years. justice. resolve. balance. and for her to be the one to do it... it’s the perfect ending. his cloak is gone, armor shed. the man who sits cross-legged in the corner of his cell has lost and lost and lost. every fork in the road, he made the wrong choice. but this is the right one. he can tell because no voice tries to contradict.
“ kill me the way i killed han solo. the way i would have killed you. ”
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