Kylo isn't relieved. Not yet. All he sees is Ronan's desperation to be given something, anything that will save him from the horror of his own potential, stretching out into infinity. He feels it in Ronan's past. He feels it, too, in his own.
And he knows enough of what Stephen is and professes to be that he already knows this is all he will give them willingly. Torment. More torment. He should never have let him come here. He should never have let him anywhere near Ronan, already suffering with the weight of everything he could do.
He wants to lay a steadying hand on Ronan's back, so badly. Aches to. But he isn't sure it would be comfort at all. Didn't he put this burden on him in the first place? Isn't this all his doing?
"I already swore it," Kylo says, his voice thick with misery crushed into steel. His words, his choice of the singular pronoun— everything, tight and deliberate. "That I would give them every chance. All I want is another way. Give me anything else. Anything. And I'll do it. You know I will."
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And he knows enough of what Stephen is and professes to be that he already knows this is all he will give them willingly. Torment. More torment. He should never have let him come here. He should never have let him anywhere near Ronan, already suffering with the weight of everything he could do.
He wants to lay a steadying hand on Ronan's back, so badly. Aches to. But he isn't sure it would be comfort at all. Didn't he put this burden on him in the first place? Isn't this all his doing?
"I already swore it," Kylo says, his voice thick with misery crushed into steel. His words, his choice of the singular pronoun— everything, tight and deliberate. "That I would give them every chance. All I want is another way. Give me anything else. Anything. And I'll do it. You know I will."