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[photophobic]

[ Kylo's expression is tight, his eyes intensely sharp- and those who have seen him before will note something else, too. His face is scarred- a long, neatly healed line running right over it, from his brow down to his neck. ]

Thankfully, he hasn't taken his clothing off for the occasion. ]

I'm back.

[ That's it. ]

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[faithfulson]

Really?

I seem to recall someone telling me we are not the people we were or will be.

That involves some sort of change, doesn't it?

[photophobic]

Here.
We are not tied to our fates here.

[ There is a very real, very clear distress bleeding out of him- something he seems unable to contain. The longer he spends typing, the more it grows. ]

But the future waits for us. For both of us. No matter what we do here, we will return to what we were.

I saw you.

[faithfulson]

[ "I saw you." ]

[ Kylo didn't need to actually be in front of him talking about it for Luke to know that it couldn't have been pleasant to see him again. After a moment, his presence returned to Kylo again, warm and bright, like the mental equivalent of a hug. ]

I can't speak for my future. I don't know the man I'll become, so I don't know the reasons behind my actions.

All I can speak for is who I am now, and I can only hope you'll come to me if you need my help.

[photophobic]

[ Luke might as well be hugging a stone... if stones could radiate anger and hurt. Mostly anger. ]

I have no need of you and I want nothing from you. Stay out of my way.

[faithfulson]

[ There's a moment that passes, before the warm feeling withdraws. It's not gone entirely, more of a faint buzz in the back of his mind, reminding him that Luke was there as usual, but otherwise not reaching for him. ]

All right. Please tell me if you change your mind.