She will no longer speak to me. [There's a tension there, heated and sudden - not anger, not so much as a spark of rage - but brittle enough to snap under the right amount of applied pressure.] She no longer acknowledges me.
[Once he served as the right hand of a man destined to wear the galaxy as a crown; once Cathaway— beautiful and vast in her presence as a conduit for something greater— took him to her side without hesitation. Heir to Vader's legacy, feared and respected, a monster in the hearts and minds of countless men. How much was given to him as a birthright? How is it that after all this time, satisfaction yet eludes him?
Each day more hosts are born to the station. Each day he draws nearer to obsolescence. Decaying. In time, someone else might shake loose the haze of that seemingly endless sleep and rise to take his place at her side instead.
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[Once he served as the right hand of a man destined to wear the galaxy as a crown; once Cathaway— beautiful and vast in her presence as a conduit for something greater— took him to her side without hesitation. Heir to Vader's legacy, feared and respected, a monster in the hearts and minds of countless men. How much was given to him as a birthright? How is it that after all this time, satisfaction yet eludes him?
Each day more hosts are born to the station. Each day he draws nearer to obsolescence. Decaying. In time, someone else might shake loose the haze of that seemingly endless sleep and rise to take his place at her side instead.
At least Snoke had still wanted him.]