[At the mention of Luke, harsh, almost hurt expression comes to his face, and he looks away. His uncle is still... a sore point. He kept trying to be distant, and yet—he couldn't, and Luke kept coming back. But now he's gone.
Kylo's left hand tightens against the door frame, cracking the brittle wood there. It's to keep it from trembling. He hadn't let himself think about it, when he realized Luke was gone, but now...]
You don't have any idea what I have or haven't given up. [His voice is a bit quieter, though he still tries to keep up the belligerence, the anger. His shadow starts to darken to black.]
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Kylo's left hand tightens against the door frame, cracking the brittle wood there. It's to keep it from trembling. He hadn't let himself think about it, when he realized Luke was gone, but now...]
You don't have any idea what I have or haven't given up. [His voice is a bit quieter, though he still tries to keep up the belligerence, the anger. His shadow starts to darken to black.]