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ladyofleithianTitle: Powerless
Summary: Snoke didn’t deserve a warrior’s death.
Prompt: Relish
When Kylo had killed Snoke, he found that there was another part of him that he couldn’t say that he liked: the part of him that thought that Snoke deserved all of it and more.
He had been planning it for a while. It only took so many “training” sessions, so many swings between effusive praise and humiliation, so many realizations that what you’d done was pointless, where you realized that you had to make Snoke pay.
He thought of Poe, who Snoke had forced him to torture. He thought of Han, who Snoke had forced him to murder and then capped it off with saying, basically, that it wasn’t good enough.
Death could be a form of karma, a form of expression. In the case of Palpatine killing his mentor Plagueis, waiting until Plagueis was drunk (or was he asleep? Kylo wasn't sure), it wasn’t just pragmatism, but showing how much contempt Palpatine had for Plagueis...or at least that was Kylo’s theory. Contempt. Snoke had done a flawless job at replacing Kylo’s adulation of him with contempt.
It seemed to be the way of the Dark Side. Take someone who loved you, who gave a damn about you, and make them hate you. Snoke, if he knew, probably wouldn’t care that Kylo hated him. In fact, he’d probably relish it. See it as an accomplishment.
Death could be a form of expression.
He mostly played it by ear. He hadn’t expected the idea of turning the Skywalker lightsaber to bisect Snoke. But it was fitting. Snoke had thought that the Skywalker lightsaber was secure in his possession, untouchable. That he was invincible.
He was gloating as much when Rey was about to die. Of course, Kylo wasn’t about to kill her.
He had no grudge against someone who had shown him kindness.
So he turned the lightsaber on Snoke.
Twenty-nine years or so of abuse, ended in an instant.
Death was a form of expression. And in that moment, Kylo Ren managed to convey the utmost contempt towards his master. He didn’t deserve a blaze of glory death, he didn’t deserve a warrior’s death.
He deserved a death that reminded him that he was ultimately nothing and no one, a pathetic, monologuing, egotistical megalomaniac who could still be taken down by chance. Snoke wasn’t a god. He didn’t deserve to die like one.
Summary: Snoke didn’t deserve a warrior’s death.
Prompt: Relish
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author’s Notes: This was inspired by a realization I had while writing a fic as to why Snoke’s death went the way it did.
When Kylo had killed Snoke, he found that there was another part of him that he couldn’t say that he liked: the part of him that thought that Snoke deserved all of it and more.
He had been planning it for a while. It only took so many “training” sessions, so many swings between effusive praise and humiliation, so many realizations that what you’d done was pointless, where you realized that you had to make Snoke pay.
He thought of Poe, who Snoke had forced him to torture. He thought of Han, who Snoke had forced him to murder and then capped it off with saying, basically, that it wasn’t good enough.
Death could be a form of karma, a form of expression. In the case of Palpatine killing his mentor Plagueis, waiting until Plagueis was drunk (or was he asleep? Kylo wasn't sure), it wasn’t just pragmatism, but showing how much contempt Palpatine had for Plagueis...or at least that was Kylo’s theory. Contempt. Snoke had done a flawless job at replacing Kylo’s adulation of him with contempt.
It seemed to be the way of the Dark Side. Take someone who loved you, who gave a damn about you, and make them hate you. Snoke, if he knew, probably wouldn’t care that Kylo hated him. In fact, he’d probably relish it. See it as an accomplishment.
Death could be a form of expression.
He mostly played it by ear. He hadn’t expected the idea of turning the Skywalker lightsaber to bisect Snoke. But it was fitting. Snoke had thought that the Skywalker lightsaber was secure in his possession, untouchable. That he was invincible.
He was gloating as much when Rey was about to die. Of course, Kylo wasn’t about to kill her.
He had no grudge against someone who had shown him kindness.
So he turned the lightsaber on Snoke.
Twenty-nine years or so of abuse, ended in an instant.
Death was a form of expression. And in that moment, Kylo Ren managed to convey the utmost contempt towards his master. He didn’t deserve a blaze of glory death, he didn’t deserve a warrior’s death.
He deserved a death that reminded him that he was ultimately nothing and no one, a pathetic, monologuing, egotistical megalomaniac who could still be taken down by chance. Snoke wasn’t a god. He didn’t deserve to die like one.
