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"Well, this Kylo Ren dude is a lot tougher than I thought." Zeb comments.

"He's definitely a Sith Lord." Rex comments. 

"I am so much more than that." I enter my chambers.

Their hands and legs were bound. How it fills me with joy to see them like this. 

"You want to tell us why we're here?" Zeb asks.

"It's been so long, hasn't it?" I ask.

"What? What are you going on about?" Rex says.

"You mean you don't recognize me? Ouch." I say.

"It depends. Why don't you take off the mask?" Zeb asks.

"Very well." I pull down my hood.

I press the button and I pull off my mask. Their eyes widen. I slam my mask into the podium stand. They're silent. Their eyes were wide as dinner plates. I feel my scar on my face. Weeks I've waited for this. I lean back and cross my arms.

"Do you recognize me now?" I ask.

"Ezra?! Ezra! You're Kylo Ren?!" Zeb asks.

"You killed Ezra when you left him on the planet. Kylo Ren survived." I say.

"What happened to you?" Rex asks.

"I fulfilled my destiny." I say.

"Destiny?! Rubbish! Since when does Ezra Bridger fall to the emperor?!" Zeb yells.

I let out a small laugh.

"I've been waiting for the right time to tell you this... but my name isn't Bridger." I say.

"Then what is it?" Rex asks.

"Palpatine." I say.

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