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ladyofleithianTitle: The Hubris of Icarus
Summary: How Kylo discovered resurrection — at least one part of the tale.
Prompt: Mirror Mirror: Doppelgangers Clones And Evil Doubles
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Once upon a time, there was a foolish boy who, like his grandfather before him, wanted to stop death.
That was the basic gist, in the end, as to why Kylo Ren was doing this. He was no coward; he wasn’t doing what he was doing to save himself. (Sometimes he had a feeling that he wasn’t worth saving anyway) But he knew that he was trying to perfect the matter of Shara Bey’s resurrection.
He’d already failed Shara’s son, in more ways than one. All in the name of getting revenge on Skywalker, which ultimately had been thwarted anyway. (It hadn’t given Kylo the closure he wanted. It simply didn’t)
But he could continue with his original mission. His original line of thought. Death was cheap in this galaxy, that Kylo had learned. Dathomirian resurrection. The World Between Worlds. Dark Side cloning. Force Healing. In a way, Vader trusting Palpatine was so very unnecessary, when he could have researched and found ways to conquer death on his own.
Who needed Palpatine? Palpatine was all but extraneous.
The Kylo clone — a clone that Kylo simply called Subject Zero, because he hadn’t thought of a name yet. He would in time; he wasn’t a heartless monster — was still dormant in his canister. Almost bacta tank like, Kylo thought. Was this what it was like, to reach into nothing and create…well, everything?
It was just practice. It wasn’t like he was having a child of his own — even if it was taken from his flesh. Kylo Ren, after all, was not equipped to be a father. He knew that much. (There was a brief moment where he wondered if that had been what it was like for both his parents. Even for his uncle — and then he stuffed it down. There were things that he wasn’t ready to think about yet) But to finish what Grandfather started…that, at least, was a thing that Kylo could get behind. That he could do. He wasn’t about to disappoint Poe, or Shara, or anyone else.
He couldn’t.
The clone…it was still forming. Born fully grown, it had thick black hair, an aquiline nose, brown eyes. Kylo almost wondered if this was how he looked to others. Odd, with mismatched features. He, not for the first time, cursed genetics that seemed to have given him the short end of the stick.
The transfer process was already set up. Kylo just had no desire to test it for himself. He supposed it would be very much a sink-or-swim process. At least he’d come close to conquering death. Poe would be happy, because Poe very much deserved it, and Kes did too — they had never failed to be in his heart despite better judgment. Perhaps General Organa wouldn’t hate him anymore either. Perhaps Rey wouldn’t reject him. Perhaps people would realize that the disappointment Solo child was actually worth something. Maybe there was a bit of selfishness in there too. Kylo could deal with that. After all, they were all a little bit selfish. Except Poe. Except Shara and Kes.
A simpler man would have wanted to see them again. Kylo was not a simpler man. Anakin’s problem hadn’t been that he had wanted to save Padme and failed; his problem, Kylo rationalized, was that he didn’t even try. He didn’t even look for other options, so dedicated he was to trying to have the Jedi Order and Padme all at the same time. He was too fettered — and then he trusted an old man who really didn’t know anything.
Anakin Skywalker didn’t fall hard enough.
Kylo Ren would.
Summary: How Kylo discovered resurrection — at least one part of the tale.
Prompt: Mirror Mirror: Doppelgangers Clones And Evil Doubles
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Once upon a time, there was a foolish boy who, like his grandfather before him, wanted to stop death.
That was the basic gist, in the end, as to why Kylo Ren was doing this. He was no coward; he wasn’t doing what he was doing to save himself. (Sometimes he had a feeling that he wasn’t worth saving anyway) But he knew that he was trying to perfect the matter of Shara Bey’s resurrection.
He’d already failed Shara’s son, in more ways than one. All in the name of getting revenge on Skywalker, which ultimately had been thwarted anyway. (It hadn’t given Kylo the closure he wanted. It simply didn’t)
But he could continue with his original mission. His original line of thought. Death was cheap in this galaxy, that Kylo had learned. Dathomirian resurrection. The World Between Worlds. Dark Side cloning. Force Healing. In a way, Vader trusting Palpatine was so very unnecessary, when he could have researched and found ways to conquer death on his own.
Who needed Palpatine? Palpatine was all but extraneous.
The Kylo clone — a clone that Kylo simply called Subject Zero, because he hadn’t thought of a name yet. He would in time; he wasn’t a heartless monster — was still dormant in his canister. Almost bacta tank like, Kylo thought. Was this what it was like, to reach into nothing and create…well, everything?
It was just practice. It wasn’t like he was having a child of his own — even if it was taken from his flesh. Kylo Ren, after all, was not equipped to be a father. He knew that much. (There was a brief moment where he wondered if that had been what it was like for both his parents. Even for his uncle — and then he stuffed it down. There were things that he wasn’t ready to think about yet) But to finish what Grandfather started…that, at least, was a thing that Kylo could get behind. That he could do. He wasn’t about to disappoint Poe, or Shara, or anyone else.
He couldn’t.
The clone…it was still forming. Born fully grown, it had thick black hair, an aquiline nose, brown eyes. Kylo almost wondered if this was how he looked to others. Odd, with mismatched features. He, not for the first time, cursed genetics that seemed to have given him the short end of the stick.
The transfer process was already set up. Kylo just had no desire to test it for himself. He supposed it would be very much a sink-or-swim process. At least he’d come close to conquering death. Poe would be happy, because Poe very much deserved it, and Kes did too — they had never failed to be in his heart despite better judgment. Perhaps General Organa wouldn’t hate him anymore either. Perhaps Rey wouldn’t reject him. Perhaps people would realize that the disappointment Solo child was actually worth something. Maybe there was a bit of selfishness in there too. Kylo could deal with that. After all, they were all a little bit selfish. Except Poe. Except Shara and Kes.
A simpler man would have wanted to see them again. Kylo was not a simpler man. Anakin’s problem hadn’t been that he had wanted to save Padme and failed; his problem, Kylo rationalized, was that he didn’t even try. He didn’t even look for other options, so dedicated he was to trying to have the Jedi Order and Padme all at the same time. He was too fettered — and then he trusted an old man who really didn’t know anything.
Anakin Skywalker didn’t fall hard enough.
Kylo Ren would.
