[This... might be the first time Kylo has talked about what happened at the end of that horrific week they all spent using Ronan to make their nightmares come true with anyone but Ronan himself. There's enough distance, now, that he can type out these words without pause, though they stare up at him from the glare of the screen balefully once he's done.
He stares back at his confession. Breathes. Hits send.]
That's why I had to kill him. When he was tied to all of you.
I didn't know what would happen when I gave him access to the infinite connections of the Force and commanded him to use whatever he needed to stay. I didn't impose control. I didn't think. I gave him everything I could reach. But I didn't understand what it would mean. What it would do. I didn't see it. That without direction he would give, rather than take. If I had been able to hold onto him. To be the sole voice, the will to wield his power. I could have made a new world for us with the energy of all those minds. But I didn't. I handed him over to be swallowed up in all your fears and desires. And you used him. All at once. And it couldn't be stopped. The longer he was your tool, your weapon, the more you feared what might be made next, the more the power grew.
I killed him because you could have done it. Because even when serving a hundred masters all at once, any one of you could have used him to make the end of all things. I killed him because he would have chosen to spare you from yourselves. If he had been able. But my failure. My inability to forsee the consequences. I had stripped that ability from him.
I killed him because it was the only way. He had the power, but you had the control. I had no other way to stop you using it.
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[This... might be the first time Kylo has talked about what happened at the end of that horrific week they all spent using Ronan to make their nightmares come true with anyone but Ronan himself. There's enough distance, now, that he can type out these words without pause, though they stare up at him from the glare of the screen balefully once he's done.
He stares back at his confession. Breathes.
Hits send.]
That's why I had to kill him. When he was tied to all of you.
I didn't know what would happen when I gave him access to the infinite connections of the Force and commanded him to use whatever he needed to stay. I didn't impose control. I didn't think. I gave him everything I could reach. But I didn't understand what it would mean. What it would do. I didn't see it. That without direction he would give, rather than take.
If I had been able to hold onto him. To be the sole voice, the will to wield his power. I could have made a new world for us with the energy of all those minds. But I didn't. I handed him over to be swallowed up in all your fears and desires. And you used him. All at once. And it couldn't be stopped. The longer he was your tool, your weapon, the more you feared what might be made next, the more the power grew.
I killed him because you could have done it. Because even when serving a hundred masters all at once, any one of you could have used him to make the end of all things. I killed him because he would have chosen to spare you from yourselves. If he had been able. But my failure. My inability to forsee the consequences. I had stripped that ability from him.
I killed him because it was the only way. He had the power, but you had the control. I had no other way to stop you using it.