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“Snoke is using you for your power. When he gets what he wants, he’ll crush you. You know it’s true.”

The two men on the bridge across the oscillator stare at each other.

“It’s too late,” the younger man says mulishly but his voice is not entirely steady.

“No, it’s not. Leave here with me. Come home. We miss you.” The other man’s weathered face shows a mix of sorrow, concern and a dash of hope as he walks up to the younger man.

Tears well up in the young man’s eyes. He blinks them away, seems angry at himself for such an untimely display of unwanted emotion.

“I’m being torn apart,” he says. “I want to be free of this pain. I know what I have to do but I don’t know if I have the strength to do it. Will you help me?”

The older man doesn’t waver. “Yes. Anything.” His voice is firm and his gaze is calm as he watches the young man remove his lightsabre from his belt and offer it to him. He takes it and something like uncertainty darts across his face. It’s gone in a heartbeat and he grips the weapon’s hilt.

Their eyes lock.

The younger man’s lower lip trembles, he blinks some more but doesn’t let go of the weapon. They look at each other for what seems like an eternity. Then, in a split second, a decision is made. The older man gives an almost imperceptible nod and allows the lightsabre to be yanked out of his hand.

“Run,” the young man hisses and ignites the weapon. “Run!”

The other man staggers back. His eyes widen but then he nods and without another word turns around and flees.

Something hits the young man and he falters, clutching his side. There’s blood on his glove. He falls to his knees and looks up. Above him, on a rail, stands a Wookiee, howling, mad with rage. He must have fired the second the lightsabre powered up.

“He’s alive, you stupid shit,” the man shouts.

The Wookiee waves his bowcaster, giving a triumphant yodel. The man still understands enough of his language to catch the meaning.

“So are you.”

Kylo Ren gets to his feet, fuming. He let his father go but he will get the girl. He will not fail his master twice.