[ I could, he wants to retort. I should, for the glory of the First Order, for the Supreme Leader's approval. But any threats die in his throat as he looks at his mother. He'd barely had the strength to kill Han Solo, and then, he'd been full of purpose. Now, the conflict raging inside is greater than ever.
He can't kill his mother. He knows it. So instead, he breaks his gaze on her and says nothing. His hands clench into useless fists and he stands there for a moment, feeling like an admonished child, hating it... Right now, escape into the snow is looking like a pretty good option. ]
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He can't kill his mother. He knows it. So instead, he breaks his gaze on her and says nothing. His hands clench into useless fists and he stands there for a moment, feeling like an admonished child, hating it... Right now, escape into the snow is looking like a pretty good option. ]