No, they weren't Leia's eyes, to Obi-Wan, who had never met the woman called Leia Organa, nor her brother. Those weren't Skywalker eyes, those were the eyes of Naboo, inherited from his mother and grandmother, and while much of Kylo Ren was owed to Tattooine's Skywalkers, his eyes were pure Padme Amidala.
"You're wrong," He says, only softly, given pause by those eyes, watching thoughtfully, "All true Jedi must contend with Dark Side, all our lives. It's a part of the Force, and therefore part of all of us. My own Master taught me that, long ago."
He had power, there was no denying it. Anger rolled off the boy like a pulse, caustic and hot. Oh he was powerful, yes, but all the power in the world meant nothing if you could not control it. Obi-Wan's feet were flat on the ground.
"Perhaps I misspoke; it's clear that whoever you learned from, did you a disservice. You're unbalanced."
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"You're wrong," He says, only softly, given pause by those eyes, watching thoughtfully, "All true Jedi must contend with Dark Side, all our lives. It's a part of the Force, and therefore part of all of us. My own Master taught me that, long ago."
He had power, there was no denying it. Anger rolled off the boy like a pulse, caustic and hot. Oh he was powerful, yes, but all the power in the world meant nothing if you could not control it. Obi-Wan's feet were flat on the ground.
"Perhaps I misspoke; it's clear that whoever you learned from, did you a disservice. You're unbalanced."