Its been years.. since I've last seen you- and this is what you've become? Such a shame..
An audible click came from his helmet as he turned his head towards the girl that stood before him. Her face seemed familiar, but with as many faces as he’s seen in this galaxy, he couldn’t quite place it. The hair is what stood out the most and it almost brought him back to a more complicated time in his life. A time where he knew a boy by the name of Ben Solo. The thought of the young jedi made his stomach churn.
Kylo Ren tilted his head and took a step forward, his monstrous and robotic voice cracking through the silence between the two of them.
“I thought I killed you.”
The girl looked away from him, a pained expression written across her face. She held her ground, but her knees trembled. She never thought this day would come, facing the monster from all her nightmares. Her only solace was that they were physically parsecs apart, she assumed he wouldn’t be able to hurt her from here.
“Why do you wear that thing?” The words had to be forced through her timid lips. “I know who you are.”
He took another step forward.
“Who am I?” he challenged, ready to refute any words that escaped the girl’s mouth. “What do you know of me? Tell me my name, Elysra.” Her name fell from his mouth with such malice, even more attached to the robotic words that also left his mask.
“Please, tell me all about myself since you’re all-knowing.”
Elysra hesitated, choking out, “I never made such a claim, Ben.” She loosely put her hand over the hilt of her saber, stretching her fingers and lightly resting her palm on it in defense, her muscles primed to move if she needed to. The man standing in front of her, closing the space between them, had her intimidated. “I know who you used to be.. I only recently discovered who you became. All this time I thought you were dead– hoping, actually.”
His head tilted at his dead name being repeated to him. The last man to call him such a name perished by his ragged blade. “Who is ‘Ben’?” he teased her, his hand raising to place a finger under her chin. “Perhaps you’d like to repeat yourself for me, it’s rather hard to hear through this.”
His free hand hovered over his own saber in response to her careful movements, ready to strike down whatever threat she could pose to him, standing here by himself with no one else to witness the actions that could begin to take place. “Unless you’d like to change the subject.”
