Kylo Ren is not Ben Solo. Ben Solo, he remembers, was a weak, insolent child, one who dared to hope and was crushed, torn apart from the inside out, because he thought his mother's compassion would grow. He was stupid, stupid to believe, he thinks, when he looks back and sees that young youthful face.
Kylo Ren is not stupid. Kylo Ren hopes and hopes and he reaches those aspirations. Kylo Ren does not feel compassion for anyone—he has no mercy, because mercy is for the weak. Having mercy is a trait of a weak man, he knows, and Kylo Ren is strong, unbreakable, and together. He is not a Sith yet, but he soon will be. But he is internally one under his leader.
Kylo Ren knows love. And the Jedi, preaching compassion, know nothing of love. Love is raw, passionate, whatever it wants to be—uncontrollable, not under any regulations. He does not feel it for anybody, but he understands the emotion. Leia Organa and Luke Skywalker cannot feel love, trapped as they are underneath their moral ideals, under the idea that love corrupts. His grandfather had loved, loved his wife, loved his son, and he had been great. Kylo Ren will be like Darth Vader. He will love.
