Kylo Ren was just as aware of his uncle's proximity, and equally aware of how easy it would be to snatch his lightsaber and cut him in two. It wasn't too late. He could still do it, and maybe it would be easy.

Maybe it would be enough where Han Solo hadn't been.

He had to. He should. He... couldn't. He couldn't go through losing his father all over again.

Kylo kept his hands curled into fists at his sides, forcing himself to take deep steadying breaths until Luke had passed him.

"Go!" he barked. "Go, or I'll..." He didn't know what he would do, but right now he didn't wish to find out either.