Year: 42 ABY
"To answer the question. The issues you have presented have right to be discussed; but I will not dwell on the details."
Dete closed his eyes, and then whispered:
"If it is possible to ask... my family..."
Kylo Ren made no movement.
Dete kept his eyes closed, with only pain in his body: his arms were stretched on his back and his neck clenched down.
Then, Kylo Ren looked at a guard and said:
"Bring them here."
Dete's eyes clenched and pushed out tears, as he saw his figure walk down the room.
He saw the guard precede his mother, father and brother at the entrance, as they were handled by stormtroopers.
"Control your feelings" Kylo commanded.
Dete held back other tears, as he saw his parents look at him.
"Contrary to what many have thought, there is no honour in deceit. It is simply a means to an end. Although I am no stranger to it, deceit, when commonly used, is a sign of cowardice. A sign of weakness."
Kylo strutted back to him.
"Your family was taken in to testify to your rise to power."
Dete's eyes popped up as he said that.
"Stand up."
He got on his feet, faintly brushing the groumd with his hand.
"My current position I owe to you. I am grateful to you not because of a single moment, but of your uninterrupted closeness. Your presence is of upmost importance for me to exert my dominance."
Dete looked up to him.
"You are still undergoing important training necessary for your advancement in battle, but you are more crucial to this war than any other."
"I now believe I know why." Dete stated, looking for resoluteness in his voice.
Kylo Ren now stood firm, in front of him.
He shivered.
"This knowledge should not alter your role, nor your disposition."
Dete swallowed, as he was starting to sweat profusely and his hands kept trembling.
"Follow me. Guards, bring them along."
The guards pushed his family forward, as Dete closely followed Kylo: many doors were opened, then closed. Eventually, he moved away part of a wall, revealing a hole. They all crawled inside, reaching a temple-like lab, at which centre was a beautifully decorated mausoleum.
"Now, leave."
The guards were dismissed, and Dete's family stayed there, near the corner, watching in horror.
With a wave of his hand, Kylo made the decoration disappear: inside a black coffin, with shimmering stars at each side, was Rey.
Dete could not look away.
Her clothes were still torn by the slashes of his lightsaber.
"The greatest relationship is always based on hatred and fear. The more the hatred, the more the attraction; the more the fear, the more the want to maintain the bond. Without hatred, there is no attraction; and without fear, one will annihilate the other."
Dete felt hollow. His hands scraped his clothes, and didn't feel his body inside.
"And now... it is precisely the lack of fear that threatens our relationship. That, confronted with the quantity of hatred, puts it at very high risk."
Kylo turned to the coffin.
"While... WE did not hate or fear each other enough. Since I had met her, I had started to feel the pull to the Light. She reminded me of the Jedi values Skywalker had taught me, and she persuaded me to pursue them again. Eventually, she succeeded."
"These values were those of respect, admiration, modesty and courage. These are not to be rejected as a whole: but we were also taught to banish fear and hatred. By the nature of our relationship, that was not possible: by the strenght of our spite for those feelings we were separated... until those feelings had us reunited."
"It was but a full month of reconciliation. That month, I asked her hand in marriage. She accepted; this never changed. She never ceased to be my wife, and has been for six years. Until her death."
Dete closed his eyes again, not feeling his chest.
"The Light had tamed us. We would often pretend; but the truth always hit. This prevented us from being together."
"One of the Jedi's biggest mistakes was spreading belief that love, pure love, not plagued by passion, counters hate. It does not. Real love causes passion, and therefore, hate. When it doesn't, it takes a different name, that is pity. And pity was the feeling the Jedi endorsed to control the Galaxy. Why would one take being pitied over being hated? The latter is a compliment and the former an insult. The fear of pity brought me to where I am now."
"Supreme Leader…"
"Forget it. I do not pity YOU, Detearaan. I have never pitied YOU." Kylo replied, in a quick release of anger "I have already talked about this."
"…I understand. I just wanted to ask what is the purpose of our current meeting, in this chamber."
Kylo nodded.
"You'll see."
Still on his knees, Dete tried to see something more, as he saw him approach the tomb.
"When you delivered the deadly blow to her… I thanked you. It was the sincerest gratitude. Not only did you defeat my greatest enemy at last, but YOU allowed me to feel hatred and fear in a way I had never experienced before."
He delicately touched the glass with the tips of his fingers, while intensely looking at her.
"He had felt it too, towards Darth Sidious. And this made him strong… but not strong enough to defeat him alone. Especially, not strong enough to undo what he had done."
Dete clenched his teeth, and pushed his boot harder on the floor, as Kylo turned to him again.
"But I am."