[The silence and its needle-like effect doesn't trouble Stephen terribly and he certainly doesn't feel it settle into any soft tissue of his. Not because he doesn't hear it, not because it doesn't matter, but because to act like nervous hissed embers are spires of hellfire is just not something Stephen has space for. Maybe never had space for.
He knows what he's seen though, not just in the possible outcomes that could have swept over the universe, but in the two boys he watched in the chapel. Two terrified and terrifying young men all coiled together trying to protect one another from external pain. But Stephen also knows better than to ever speak what he's seen.
But this is the reaction he's earned from brushing against the very idea of there being something more than just what has been handed to them. Maybe both Kylo Ren and Ronan Lynch have always held their hands out to others when they were told to, hand their palms filled with nails, and then told to squeeze their fingers closed into fists. For a greater purpose.
If that is so, Stephen can't blame Kylo for hissing when being asked for his hand.]
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He knows what he's seen though, not just in the possible outcomes that could have swept over the universe, but in the two boys he watched in the chapel. Two terrified and terrifying young men all coiled together trying to protect one another from external pain. But Stephen also knows better than to ever speak what he's seen.
But this is the reaction he's earned from brushing against the very idea of there being something more than just what has been handed to them. Maybe both Kylo Ren and Ronan Lynch have always held their hands out to others when they were told to, hand their palms filled with nails, and then told to squeeze their fingers closed into fists. For a greater purpose.
If that is so, Stephen can't blame Kylo for hissing when being asked for his hand.]
I didn't say it was for me.