Balance

Prologue

Kylo Ren felt like the Supreme Leader.

Kylo Ren did not feel like the Supreme Leader.

All of that power and yet, nothing. An emptiness. Darkness. That ever lingering darkness. He was not the Supreme Leader. He was a performer. A boy hiding the fact that he felt more alone than he had ever felt in all his life. The fact that when he slept- if he slept- there were only ghosts and hollow dreams and emptiness. The only person to have faith in him, misplaced as it may have been, had closed him off for what felt like forever. He could not see her anymore. Just empty space.

Suddenly, a feeling consumed him. A bit of grief, which was an old friend. Bitterness. It felt like the last remnant of hope had vanished from the galaxy. He could sense the event that brought this feeling upon him. Considering who he was or who he was supposed to be, it should not have made him feel so angry and devastated.

The joy of his old master's passing, despite it not coming from his hateful strike, had left him an empty shell. He could smile at the thought, but it would not relieve his always present suffering. He could no longer smile now, knowing what Luke's passing truly meant for him now.

Kylo was an orphan.

He should have realized the connection between his uncle and his mother. Luke passed into the force for safe keeping. It should not have come as a shock to Kylo that Leia, with the fierce connection of the force, would follow suit. By the force, they were given to the world together, and by the force they would leave together.

He sank to his knees as he felt a wave of darkness pushing his shoulders closer to the ground. A scream that had never before been heard so raw and so powerful escaped from his throat.

"Supreme Leader, sir?"

Heavy breaths racking his body, he remembered where he was. Picking himself up, he took in his surroundings. There were no eyes on him save those of his sniveling rival. He could sense that they very much wished to look upon him, but they feared his anger.

His tantrum caused no interferences with the bridge of the ship this time. He stormed out with no word. This was to be expected of him, of course. It was his usual flair of drama.