[That answer isn't much of an answer. Impatience and frustration flare up, a momentary and overwhelming impulse to demand something straightforward. He does little to hide it-- and how could he? As Kylo says, the Force is unavoidable-- but he tempers it, thinking of his son's gaze, bright and intent even in the flickering little holo, his irrepressible laugh. Patience is hard-won, but it's important enough here that he's trying like hell to follow.
If he had a choice-- well, what choice could he make? He doesn't understand the Force. There's nothing he could do, in that regard, to teach the boy. Wouldn't Leia and Luke take the lead there?
But it's not everything. Still. It's what Kylo won't let go of. So maybe he has to understand. Shaking his head, he follows his son's gaze.]
[ He looks sharply at the other man. His stare bearing down on him, unrelenting. ]
Kylo Ren isn't just a name. [ In the endless march of questions, no one's thought—cared—to ask. As he begins talking, he finds the words have been waiting for him. He finds he wants to explain. ] It's a title, and a distinction—I am a Knight of Ren. [ Said with bristling pride. It can't mean anything to Han Solo, and Kylo doesn't expect it will interest him either. ]
I've sacrificed for it. [ He falters, half a breath from invoking Ben Solo. Recovers. ] I've earned it.
[Han hasn't thought to ask, though it's not as if they've had much opportunity before now. All he's known is the other half of it; the name Kylo so intently left behind him, the name his parents gave him. The man he chose to become instead is something else. Frightening, by design.
There's been little reason to get to know him. Kylo Ren wants to be their enemy, their doom; at least, so it's seemed.]
I believe that. [And that's the honest truth; he doesn't doubt the young man's skill, his dedication; only the end he's serving.] I've never heard of them.
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If he had a choice-- well, what choice could he make? He doesn't understand the Force. There's nothing he could do, in that regard, to teach the boy. Wouldn't Leia and Luke take the lead there?
But it's not everything. Still. It's what Kylo won't let go of. So maybe he has to understand. Shaking his head, he follows his son's gaze.]
I have a choice. I'm trying to understand, now.
[He needs some help to get there.]
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Kylo Ren isn't just a name. [ In the endless march of questions, no one's thought—cared—to ask. As he begins talking, he finds the words have been waiting for him. He finds he wants to explain. ] It's a title, and a distinction—I am a Knight of Ren. [ Said with bristling pride. It can't mean anything to Han Solo, and Kylo doesn't expect it will interest him either. ]
I've sacrificed for it. [ He falters, half a breath from invoking Ben Solo. Recovers. ] I've earned it.
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There's been little reason to get to know him. Kylo Ren wants to be their enemy, their doom; at least, so it's seemed.]
I believe that. [And that's the honest truth; he doesn't doubt the young man's skill, his dedication; only the end he's serving.] I've never heard of them.