[Kylo Ren watches, a sneer forming on his expression when he drops over the edge. Stars be damned if he was going to risk his sanity for the sake of a mission he only half cared about. There were other ways to contribute -- of that, he was certain.
But something in the back of his head starts to nag the longer he stands at the edge, and the further Thrawn descends. Something about failure, about fear, and about being a child in a mask.
He steps closer to the edge, observing the process of removing the insects. Eventually, after a moment of contemplation, he finds another section of rope and descends himself. He could hardly afford to be upstaged by someone from his own galaxy, after all.
His landing his hard, and he is wary to check for insects before he even bothers to focus on Thrawn or the shard. His lightsaber hilt is in hand now.]
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But something in the back of his head starts to nag the longer he stands at the edge, and the further Thrawn descends. Something about failure, about fear, and about being a child in a mask.
He steps closer to the edge, observing the process of removing the insects. Eventually, after a moment of contemplation, he finds another section of rope and descends himself. He could hardly afford to be upstaged by someone from his own galaxy, after all.
His landing his hard, and he is wary to check for insects before he even bothers to focus on Thrawn or the shard. His lightsaber hilt is in hand now.]