A grandson is far more than he thought he's ever get. And even if he still denies the parts of him that are Anakin Skywalker, still claims the Jedi dead, long dead, he's can't help but feel that of all his progeny, Kylo is the one most like him. Like all of him.
There's always been something lurking inside him that scared him. Whispers and dreams he never told anyone. Not his mother. Not his wife. Not his old master. Not his beloved Padawan. No one. The true extent of what the Force had planned for him always scared him. Always felt like a storm, like a supernova about to rip him apart.
He felt that, at least some of that, in Kylo. It made him worry.
He also understood how much pain he was in. He wouldn't admit it, least of all now, but there's been times here he's passed out from it. Even now, even drawing on the Force if teeters on unbearable. There had been a reason he'd used a diluted neurotoxin to treat it. And even then, it had only lowered it 'bearable'.
He looks at the girl. At Kylo. For a split second his heart rate slips erratic and fast, the frantic beating visible with so much breastbone and ribs removed. The implant in his chest blinks and he diverts his attention to making his heart STOP THAT.
"What do you sense, when you heal someone? Is there feedback?" He's trying to warn her. You don't repay a favor with pain, and she's important to Kylo. It's reason for caution.
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There's always been something lurking inside him that scared him. Whispers and dreams he never told anyone. Not his mother. Not his wife. Not his old master. Not his beloved Padawan. No one. The true extent of what the Force had planned for him always scared him. Always felt like a storm, like a supernova about to rip him apart.
He felt that, at least some of that, in Kylo. It made him worry.
He also understood how much pain he was in. He wouldn't admit it, least of all now, but there's been times here he's passed out from it. Even now, even drawing on the Force if teeters on unbearable. There had been a reason he'd used a diluted neurotoxin to treat it. And even then, it had only lowered it 'bearable'.
He looks at the girl. At Kylo. For a split second his heart rate slips erratic and fast, the frantic beating visible with so much breastbone and ribs removed. The implant in his chest blinks and he diverts his attention to making his heart STOP THAT.
"What do you sense, when you heal someone? Is there feedback?" He's trying to warn her. You don't repay a favor with pain, and she's important to Kylo. It's reason for caution.