Enough. [Ren repeats, softer this time as his grip slips away into something less desperate, less demanding. Not a barked order, but a promise.
It isn't the first time he's suffered such permeating intensity; as a child he'd endured the screaming demands of a galaxy far beyond his understanding or comprehension. With help, without it, sometimes it felt as though there truly was no difference.]
You've done this before. [On the Station, with his guidance. The Finalizer, Hux's fears, his desperate cravings - mastery of the Nest's stirred outrage might seem more pressing in the moment, but the action of swallowing it down takes exactly the same technique, applied without apprehension or hesitation.
He leans down, voice little more than a whisper:] Breathe. Control it - don't let it control you.
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It isn't the first time he's suffered such permeating intensity; as a child he'd endured the screaming demands of a galaxy far beyond his understanding or comprehension. With help, without it, sometimes it felt as though there truly was no difference.]
You've done this before. [On the Station, with his guidance. The Finalizer, Hux's fears, his desperate cravings - mastery of the Nest's stirred outrage might seem more pressing in the moment, but the action of swallowing it down takes exactly the same technique, applied without apprehension or hesitation.
He leans down, voice little more than a whisper:] Breathe. Control it - don't let it control you.