If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?
There’s something so tantalizing about being wanted. Not wanted because of your skill, or even wanted because of your heart–though both are part of his want–wanted because you understand as no one else truly does what it is to be unwanted.
Any galactic ordered that leaves children abandoned to die on Jakku is not one that she will tolerate. And Kylo… Ben… whatever it is he wishes to be called… he understood that in her before she knew saw it there, that blistering rage as hot as the desert sun.
He meant it when he said the past should die. No Jedi Code, nor Sith. No dueling emotion and peace. It’s in emotion that there is peace, and Rey–Rey feels so very much in this universe they are building together.