[Kylo hoards his pain jealously, the roots of his bitterness buried deep in the secrets of his past. Ordinarily, he would feel no compulsion to satisfy Ezra's curiosity at all— what claim does he have?
But there is a certain commonality. Isn't there. His lips twitch towards a smile of his own, though there's nothing light in it.]
Haven't I?
[As if he doesn't know.]
No. No, perhaps not. But I think you know enough. After all, I'm a darksider. Aren't I. We're all the same.
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But there is a certain commonality. Isn't there.
His lips twitch towards a smile of his own, though there's nothing light in it.]
Haven't I?
[As if he doesn't know.]
No. No, perhaps not. But I think you know enough. After all, I'm a darksider. Aren't I. We're all the same.