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.
I found out (!!!!!!) that the lovely @jennity-blogs recorded this one shot (originally prompted by the equally lovely @persimonne eons ago) and since I am on an art kick ever since the trailer I decided to do a quick speed painting of it.