Kylo stares, hard, his fingers curling into his palms so tight it's beyond crushing, or digging or gouging, it's just pain.
"If I'm that powerful," he says, tight and clipped. Fury roars in his ears. "It isn't about magnitudes of power, Joseph, and you. You know it. Do you want power?"
There's a dangerous, horribly congealing thickness to the air, pressure building as he speaks. A crackle of static, a hundred warning signs. Kylo's anger aches to gather everything it can into the burst of lightning Dooku taught him, unleash it in a demonstration of suffering. Power? Power is meaningless.
"I feel it. All the power you could want. Raw and untamed. And useless. All of it. Useless! I need you—" he pauses, crushes his teeth together. Tries again, pushing past the bright flare of rage surging in his chest with increasing ferocity the longer he looks at Kavinsky's face, all the discordant notes of bitter, soured aggression filling his head, thrumming through his blood. "I need you. To make it into something that can save him. So do it."
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"If I'm that powerful," he says, tight and clipped. Fury roars in his ears. "It isn't about magnitudes of power, Joseph, and you. You know it. Do you want power?"
There's a dangerous, horribly congealing thickness to the air, pressure building as he speaks. A crackle of static, a hundred warning signs. Kylo's anger aches to gather everything it can into the burst of lightning Dooku taught him, unleash it in a demonstration of suffering. Power? Power is meaningless.
"I feel it. All the power you could want. Raw and untamed. And useless. All of it. Useless! I need you—" he pauses, crushes his teeth together. Tries again, pushing past the bright flare of rage surging in his chest with increasing ferocity the longer he looks at Kavinsky's face, all the discordant notes of bitter, soured aggression filling his head, thrumming through his blood. "I need you. To make it into something that can save him. So do it."