Your name doesn’t belong on this list. But you need to be here if I’m going to tell my story. If I’m going to explain why I did, what I did because you aren’t every other guy. You are different. You’re a good and kind and decent and I didn’t deserve to be with someone like you.”
On one particular fight, finally exhausted and on his knees, he disengages his saber and brings his hands up. The hydraulic hiss has always been so familiar, so comforting, now it whines like the whistle that’ll announce the beginning of his end. Rey stands over him, Saber held up much like she had on Starkiller base, waiting, always waiting. He pries his helmet from his head and tosses it at her feet.
“There. Are you happy now?” He growls, burning in his own humiliation.