[ This is dangerous. He knows it. Something of her has been here in this world since before he arrived, but he's been able to keep some kind of distance with her being younger- as if she were a living holovid of a time before he even existed. In moments of weakness he had chosen to see her as he needed to, yes, but she had always been something separate from the woman who approaches him now.
She is his mother. It sits within him, that knowledge- heavy, solid, immutable. She is his mother, and a part of him will always ache for the comfort she had once been able to give him, when he was small and didn't yet understand that comfort wasn't for people like him.
He meets her eyes. Forces himself to. He is firm and strong, he is the power she feared would destroy him. And he is tired. Hollow and lost. He is both these things. But neither side of the struggle under his skin flinches away from her as she reaches out for him through the Force. ]
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She is his mother. It sits within him, that knowledge- heavy, solid, immutable.
She is his mother, and a part of him will always ache for the comfort she had once been able to give him, when he was small and didn't yet understand that comfort wasn't for people like him.
He meets her eyes. Forces himself to. He is firm and strong, he is the power she feared would destroy him.
And he is tired. Hollow and lost. He is both these things. But neither side of the struggle under his skin flinches away from her as she reaches out for him through the Force. ]
I'm here.