I was adopted when I was very young. If my parents knew I was strong in the Force [and, she knows, they probably did--it's a fact that she's been wrestling with for some weeks now] they didn't know from experience, only secondhand knowledge.
[Ren is fortunate that these are subjects she speaks on easily. It's common knowledge that she was a war orphan, an Organa who was chosen. Other, less easily spoken things that come to mind--Before I was nineteen, I'd never met a Jedi--she doesn't type.]
You were raised knowing that the Force was more than an old story. You must understand what a difference that makes.
[ He hates the way she says that—he must—but it's true. A truth so simple it's gone overlooked. He pauses to think of a boy numb to the universe; of a woman who's realized her potential, resplendent with power rather than shrinking from it. ]
I'm sorry.
I presume none of the Jedi have said that, so I will. Have you begun training?
Don't be. They were good people, even if they couldn't help me with this.
[The Jedi haven't said it, as it happens, and she doesn't mind that loss--though Ren's expression of sympathy seems well-meant, if she's reading it correctly. (He seems like a man for whom tone can be everything.) Living in the future, he likely never met Bail or Breha; he can't understand the depth of love and respect she feels for them.]
Not in earnest. Apparently the Jedi Order takes a dim view of personal relationships.
If there's one thing I've learned from the Jedi here, it's that they're hardly infallible.
[Love and acceptance shouldn't be an either-or proposition. But that's what it is--what it seems to be, anyway--for the order that raised her father. You can hold family and friends dear, can look out to the horizon and see a future surrounded by those you care about, or you can be a good Jedi. You can't have both.
There is no wrong way to feel. It's something she can agree on--it's the kind of lesson she'd want to pass on, the sort she might herself offer as words of comfort--but there's something that gives her pause.]
And when you feel the desire to hurt others? You feel there's nothing wrong with that?
[There are limits to what she'll accept in this philosophy.]
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outer_space) wrote2016-02-28 11:31 pm
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[Come on, Ren, that's kind of pathetic.]
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[ To you? ]
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How did you meet him anyway?
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Even if I did, it's unimportant.
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What have you learned about the Force?
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Did you suspect?
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I'm guessing it wasn't like that for you.
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It runs in my family. It was almost expected.
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[Ren is fortunate that these are subjects she speaks on easily. It's common knowledge that she was a war orphan, an Organa who was chosen. Other, less easily spoken things that come to mind--Before I was nineteen, I'd never met a Jedi--she doesn't type.]
You were raised knowing that the Force was more than an old story. You must understand what a difference that makes.
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I'm sorry.
I presume none of the Jedi have said that, so I will. Have you begun training?
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[The Jedi haven't said it, as it happens, and she doesn't mind that loss--though Ren's expression of sympathy seems well-meant, if she's reading it correctly. (He seems like a man for whom tone can be everything.) Living in the future, he likely never met Bail or Breha; he can't understand the depth of love and respect she feels for them.]
Not in earnest. Apparently the Jedi Order takes a dim view of personal relationships.
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He used to wonder.
A delay before his fingers are his again, before he brings them back to the keys. ]
The Jedi denounce fear. They say it fosters anger, and anger hatred. Yet their methods rely on instilling fear in those who adopt them.
Don't love. Don't hate. It's too much for you.
There is no wrong way to feel.
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[Love and acceptance shouldn't be an either-or proposition. But that's what it is--what it seems to be, anyway--for the order that raised her father. You can hold family and friends dear, can look out to the horizon and see a future surrounded by those you care about, or you can be a good Jedi. You can't have both.
There is no wrong way to feel. It's something she can agree on--it's the kind of lesson she'd want to pass on, the sort she might herself offer as words of comfort--but there's something that gives her pause.]
And when you feel the desire to hurt others? You feel there's nothing wrong with that?
[There are limits to what she'll accept in this philosophy.]