Poe does not remember the dream changing, but he knows instinctively that he no longer dreams of burning skies. Instead he wakes with phantom pains in his stomach and an all-consuming sensation of betrayal.
The perspective switches every time.
Some nights Poe is the man being stabbed. He sees Kylo Ren through the eyes of Han Solo, gazes down in abject horror at the red blade goring him.
Nothing ever prepares Poe for the pain. Although he knows they've been through this moment- the last forsaken minutes in the existence of the Starkiller base- Although he knows what to expect every time he walks out onto the bridge, a desperate hope in the power of love, the only force strong enough to give him the courage, keeps him going.
It's not just love for his lost son. It's love for Leia. It's the desire just once in his life not to be remembered as a coward or the man who chanced survival by playing with the odds. For once, Han Solo choses to face the responsibilities that come with a family.
It's ironic this is the day his luck runs out.
Poe isn't sure, but even as he collapses to his knees, every time Kylo Ren whispers those last words to his father, he feels the man exposes something of his own soul he wanted to keep secret. Does he really think Poe can't see the conflict- that his father couldn't feel that terrible war raging inside his child? The pain the man who was once the boy Ben Solo emits is almost tragic.
Poe doesn't understand how anyone could fail to feel some compassion. It tears him apart as Ben tears into the body of his father; the blade of his lightsaber slices through body tissue as though it was paper. Kylo Ren wishes to make himself an abomination ("I am a patricide!" hisses a voice desperately, "you should loathe me."), to cut himself off from all that was once steady and familiar in his life. Poe sees a man in shadow, alone in his rage and sinking deeper and deeper into the dark.
The conflict carries with Poe into the waking world, but he can never keep hold of the moments they share on the bridge, the time they spend together exploring Ren's memories of this deed and weighing what it means for redemption.
A body tumbles into the abyss and Poe is falling, falling further than he imagined would ever be possible. The air rushes past his ears, but he can hear a deep voice, heavy with mourning it will not acknowledge, "Tell me, do you still think this can be forgiven?"
Poe crashes abruptly back into his bedroom before he can answer.
Re: FILL: When You Break (Part 5b - Violence)
The perspective switches every time.
Some nights Poe is the man being stabbed. He sees Kylo Ren through the eyes of Han Solo, gazes down in abject horror at the red blade goring him.
Nothing ever prepares Poe for the pain. Although he knows they've been through this moment- the last forsaken minutes in the existence of the Starkiller base- Although he knows what to expect every time he walks out onto the bridge, a desperate hope in the power of love, the only force strong enough to give him the courage, keeps him going.
It's not just love for his lost son. It's love for Leia. It's the desire just once in his life not to be remembered as a coward or the man who chanced survival by playing with the odds. For once, Han Solo choses to face the responsibilities that come with a family.
It's ironic this is the day his luck runs out.
Poe isn't sure, but even as he collapses to his knees, every time Kylo Ren whispers those last words to his father, he feels the man exposes something of his own soul he wanted to keep secret. Does he really think Poe can't see the conflict- that his father couldn't feel that terrible war raging inside his child? The pain the man who was once the boy Ben Solo emits is almost tragic.
Poe doesn't understand how anyone could fail to feel some compassion. It tears him apart as Ben tears into the body of his father; the blade of his lightsaber slices through body tissue as though it was paper. Kylo Ren wishes to make himself an abomination ("I am a patricide!" hisses a voice desperately, "you should loathe me."), to cut himself off from all that was once steady and familiar in his life. Poe sees a man in shadow, alone in his rage and sinking deeper and deeper into the dark.
The conflict carries with Poe into the waking world, but he can never keep hold of the moments they share on the bridge, the time they spend together exploring Ren's memories of this deed and weighing what it means for redemption.
A body tumbles into the abyss and Poe is falling, falling further than he imagined would ever be possible. The air rushes past his ears, but he can hear a deep voice, heavy with mourning it will not acknowledge, "Tell me, do you still think this can be forgiven?"
Poe crashes abruptly back into his bedroom before he can answer.