[ Though his brows knit together for a moment, suspicion etched on his face as he tries to assess the sincerity of Leonard's words, Ren doesn't sense any deception there. It's... a refreshingly honest answer. He felt like it. That's it. No moral grandstanding, no effort to pretend there was any sentimental attachment to somebody he'd only ever met once in a dream.
His expression softens, and there's one moment where Kylo looks painfully vulnerable, younger than his 29 years, because as pathetic as it is, he's never had anyone help him just because they felt like it before. For as long as he can remember, his worth has been tied up in something or somebody else. His power. His parents. His grandfather. What he can do for the First Order.
What he can do for the Resistance.
And then the pills come out, and Ren's scowling again. He's not going to just consume some strange meds he knows nothing about! That takes a level of blind trust that he's not sure he's capable of. Despite his weakness, he manages a snarl. ]
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His expression softens, and there's one moment where Kylo looks painfully vulnerable, younger than his 29 years, because as pathetic as it is, he's never had anyone help him just because they felt like it before. For as long as he can remember, his worth has been tied up in something or somebody else. His power. His parents. His grandfather. What he can do for the First Order.
What he can do for the Resistance.
And then the pills come out, and Ren's scowling again. He's not going to just consume some strange meds he knows nothing about! That takes a level of blind trust that he's not sure he's capable of. Despite his weakness, he manages a snarl. ]
I'm not taking those!