Kylo Ren wakes up, stiff from the bacta tank, newly healed scars tender and pulling, and freezes as he looks in the mirror, about to apply the salve the medics gave him.
There, where nothing has ever been before, stamped across his heart, were four letters, shimmering in gold.
He knew the font, it was Hux's favourite for official reports.
And he knew the name, whispered through troops, spreading like a ripple in a pond.
FINN
He's destroyed half his bedroom before he comes back to himself, the air crackling with the aftermath of his saber strikes.
Kylo thinks about Rey, a burning bright blue searing light in her hand and in her soul. Righteous and free, and she had power, overwhelmingly so. He had wondered if Rey, so new to herself and her power, was how he had appeared all those years ago, setting down on Yavin 4's verdant earth.
And then, Finn. The erstwhile FN-2187, a person who should have been nothing but an instrument of the First Order's will. Of his will.
But Finn looked at him, afraid but so sure. Sure in himself, and Kylo had hated him for daring. A stormtrooper, a cut and paste soldier, had become so strong and solid in such a short time.
Kylo Ren is the master of the Knights of Ren, the treasured student of the Supreme Master, vanguard of the First Order. He's descended from the great Darth Vader.
and he feels so little surety. Ten years older then Finn, light years above him in training and power, bigger then him in size, and it meant nothing.
Finn had chosen Rey. Finn had chosen the Resistance...his parents. Finn, raised from birth to fear and obey anyone like him, held the lightsaber forged with Skywalker blood and fought with conviction. Against him.
And now this traitorous name, seared across his breast. He touches the letters, tracing them. they feel like scar tissue. A freshly healed wound.
and as he runs his fingers along the letters, it gives him the ghost sensation of another person's skin. Warmer then his own, softer.
When he looks up again at the mirror there is a small smile on his face
He punches the mirror until he can't see that foolish boy's face anymore
Re: FILL: Put a Name to it, Kylo Ren/Finn, part 2/?
There, where nothing has ever been before, stamped across his heart, were four letters, shimmering in gold.
He knew the font, it was Hux's favourite for official reports.
And he knew the name, whispered through troops, spreading like a ripple in a pond.
FINN
He's destroyed half his bedroom before he comes back to himself, the air crackling with the aftermath of his saber strikes.
Kylo thinks about Rey, a burning bright blue searing light in her hand and in her soul. Righteous and free, and she had power, overwhelmingly so. He had wondered if Rey, so new to herself and her power, was how he had appeared all those years ago, setting down on Yavin 4's verdant earth.
And then, Finn. The erstwhile FN-2187, a person who should have been nothing but an instrument of the First Order's will. Of his will.
But Finn looked at him, afraid but so sure. Sure in himself, and Kylo had hated him for daring. A stormtrooper, a cut and paste soldier, had become so strong and solid in such a short time.
Kylo Ren is the master of the Knights of Ren, the treasured student of the Supreme Master, vanguard of the First Order. He's descended from the great Darth Vader.
and he feels so little surety. Ten years older then Finn, light years above him in training and power, bigger then him in size, and it meant nothing.
Finn had chosen Rey. Finn had chosen the Resistance...his parents. Finn, raised from birth to fear and obey anyone like him, held the lightsaber forged with Skywalker blood and fought with conviction. Against him.
And now this traitorous name, seared across his breast. He touches the letters, tracing them. they feel like scar tissue. A freshly healed wound.
and as he runs his fingers along the letters, it gives him the ghost sensation of another person's skin. Warmer then his own, softer.
When he looks up again at the mirror there is a small smile on his face
He punches the mirror until he can't see that foolish boy's face anymore