His eyes were made of fire every single time that he spoke, and, with an idling breath, these flames turned into a stolid cold. He was possessed with good and evil at the same time. These contrasted feelings made him peculiar and filled with a fascinating bipolarity. He took a contemptuous voice and told his father:
-This debate shouldn't be, Father, and you will never turn me into something I'm not. I don't need you to tell me who I am supposed to be.
The young man didn't let any time to his father to reply anything and went on:
-I don't need you! I needed her!
-You'll always need me; I will always support you, whatever you do. But if you become one of them, I'll never be able to see you the same again.
-Maybe it is better this way, he stated with the same bleak tone.
He left without a stare, without another word that could reassure his Dad, so disillusioned by his behavior. His Mother couldn't have testified of more strength towards their son. He could have become so much more than a supporter of the dark side.
Yes. Han Solo's son could have had another destiny than the one he chose by denial, but the dark side is stronger than we surmise.
Ben Solo went away, as if a luminous angel had joined the fathomless Hell. And he would have lost all of his blood for the ones he worshiped.
Why did you choose Darkness, Ben Solo?
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Ben Solo
Fanfiction"She used to have stars in her eyes, and entire galaxies in her fragile little hands. She was softness and pain. My blood, my soul, my body desired her, more than anything in this universe, and, in a sweet melody, I went away, on the other side. I...
