He had really tried to be graceful about his situation. About emerging from the rage to find Heather dead - but not gone for good, he had been reassured - and himself badly injured, about being bedridden and knowing he had shed blood when for once he didn't choose to.
He had really tried his best.
But this? This was a little bit more than he could bear with good grace. It cut far too deep, his new Master giving voice to all these buried fears he had been suppressing for years, the certainty at the back of his mind what an easily wielded tool he was in his Master's hand.
"I am not weak!" Kylo growled, one hand flying up, and with a burst of telekinesis he sent the bedside table on the other, unused, bed toppling over. He sat up, shoulders trembling with the effort it took not to just plain throw himself at Raine. "The Dark Side makes me stronger than you could ever fathom, you with your weak Jedi healing and your compassion!" He growled. "And I will not be controlled! Never again!"
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He had really tried his best.
But this? This was a little bit more than he could bear with good grace. It cut far too deep, his new Master giving voice to all these buried fears he had been suppressing for years, the certainty at the back of his mind what an easily wielded tool he was in his Master's hand.
"I am not weak!" Kylo growled, one hand flying up, and with a burst of telekinesis he sent the bedside table on the other, unused, bed toppling over. He sat up, shoulders trembling with the effort it took not to just plain throw himself at Raine. "The Dark Side makes me stronger than you could ever fathom, you with your weak Jedi healing and your compassion!" He growled. "And I will not be controlled! Never again!"