The Prisoner
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Kylo Ren is on his knees, his hands tied behind his back. Finn and a fellow Resistance soldier are each pointing a gun to his head. General Organa stares down at the young man, something on her face that is either raw desperation or deepest contempt.
Finn shifts his weight from one foot to the other nervously and tries to pretend he doesn't notice her trembling hands. He knows what she's thinking.
She's thinking of a little boy who Finn never met, but that she must have loved more than life itself. Like Finn, she's probably wondering if she still does.
For the longest time, she doesn't speak a word.
"Look at me," she commands. The dark-haired prisoner raises his head and stares at her blankly.
"Do you recognise me?"
"You're General Organa, leader of the Resistance," he drawls.
Something in the General's posture changes, breaks. She stands rigid like procelain doll, her eyes dead.
"Do you know who that is, General?" the commander asks softly.
She stares down at Ren stonily and answers: "No." Her voice starts to tremble. "But I know that he murdered my husband."
She turns away from him abruptly. "May our court judge him wisely."