[center][h3][I]Ben Solo[/I][/h3]
[i]18 * Padawan * Onboard the Discovery[/I][/center]

Ben's eyes snapped open with a start, the final images of [I]his[/I]... his crimson blade sliding through Odd's naval. Fear and anger swirled into a storm of frustration , with a rich air of relief dancing overhead. He was genuinely, exquisitely happy. Happy that the vision was over. Happy that it wasn't based in the world of reality. 

Only... it was based in the Force and that could be just as heartbreaking, he thought. 

[color=red][I]...[/I][/color] 

His thoughts were literally silent. Where they had gone he wasn't sure but they were not in the land of cognitive explanation. Odette's sobs and fearful grasp brought him back, but he felt slightly numb. The vision the Force had conjuror was likely, with Odette's and his own affinity coursing down the patchwork, a screen to the future.  He hesitated to comfort her both upset with her lack of conviction to strike him down and afraid of his own lack of compassion for her. 

[color=red][I]...Kenobi? I call her Kenobi, not Odd. My voice was so, so dispassioned.[/I][/color] His head lowered as he pulled her into a deep hug, tears trailing down his face. He couldn't let her see him so weak, so desperate. [color=red][I]I gotta... I need to... I can't...[/I][/color]

[color=red][I]I can't comprehend anymore.[/I][/color] 

He sat with her for hours, incapable of letting her ago until his tears had dried, his eyes were red, and his arms were weak from hugging her. How much time had passed? he wonder as he dropped his arms and sat back. But he knew that he had something indescribeably heavy on his heart now, something that neither the Force nor Master Luke could solve. Only he could deal with the darkness in his heart. He knew that now. 

It was his destiny. So said the dark knight in his visages.