[Comprehensive British and American Star Wars] Grow in rot

When Zemo opened his eyes, he thought he was dreaming.

But of course it was different, he realized right away, he wouldn't have dreams like this, his dreams were extreme, his laughing family gathering in a house that hadn't yet collapsed, the smell of food coming from the oven; Digging in the ruins, blood leaked from between his fingers and flowed from his fingernails, he knew that under the ruins were the slowly decaying corpses of his family members, green liquid flowing from the crushed organs became dry up.Complete hope or despair, his two extremes, and he is used to it, numb to it.

It's different here, he wouldn't have such a pertinent, imaginative dream.He was locked in a cage, not the one he was already in, but another, completely metal style, nothing in the room, only four recessed squares with light, like a place for people to sleep.He was lying on one of them, and the other was lying opposite him, with his back to him, and seemed to be fast asleep.

A man in a black and white uniform walked past the cell, and Zemo knew whether it was a dream or not, if he didn't ask questions at this time, he probably wouldn't know the answer for a long time.

"I'm sorry," he asked, in a polite tone, "but do you know where this is?"

Perhaps because of his different attitude and tone of voice from the rest of the prisoners, the man—perhaps the guard—stopped and frowned at him.

"Prison," the man said, "otherwise you think? A hotel?"

"Am I still on Earth?" Zemo asked a more direct question.

"Earth?" The man let out a breath of disdain, "Your former home? Are you stupid? This is Port Canro, don't pretend to be crazy, just stay here."

"You don't know where Earth is?" Zemo asked, feeling a tiny bit of fear of the unknown, and vaguely annoyed.He didn't like the ending he had arranged for himself to be disrupted, and he didn't want to change the calmness waiting for death in the prison.

The man ignored him and walked away, and Zemo heard him say to his companion at the end of the hallway, "Hey, there's a guy over there who seems crazy... look at the clothes he's wearing... ..”

Zemo looked at his clothes. He was still wearing his gray prison uniform.

Wondering what his captors would think when they saw him gone, Zemo thought to himself, but quickly realized that this wasn't his main concern.

But now that he's here, Zemo squeezes his hand, it's not a dream, and it's not the main problem.If he was determined to die, what could change his mind?So what if the world is changed?It's just another place to stay and continue to the end.

Thinking of this, he sat down on one of the recessed squares, lay down, and prepared to start his own sleep.

Then he saw light, light in darkness.

He jerked his eyes open, and the light disappeared, swiftly and urgently, as if pure hallucination.

But when he closed his eyes again, the light appeared again.

That golden light shone in the darkness, this time he didn't open his eyes, because he knew that even if he opened them, he would only see the same scene when he closed them again.

So he went to the point of light.

As he walked towards that point of light, the surrounding scenery was no longer monotonously black.

first step.

The surrounding darkness suddenly changed, the universe flashed before his eyes, fragments of planets passed through his body, and blue and green planets were suspended around him.

He took a second step toward the point of light.

The universe faded away quickly. He saw the soundless explosion of the stars, and the flames of annihilation seemed to burn the universe. This absolute destruction made him unable to breathe, and his calm heart was shocked.

He took the third step without hesitation.

He was on an ocean, the sun was rising, birds with white feathers flew past him, and the brackish sea breeze blew through his long uncut hair, and the golden light dangled on the sea.

The fourth step, the light spot is close to the eyes.

He was in a vortex in the wind and waves, the birds couldn't fly through and were sucked in and howling, the sky was thundering and lightning, and the distant storm pushed half of a ship to the bottom of the sea, and he felt the raindrops on his face , he couldn't breathe normally because of the wind.

He held the dot of light.

All gone.

His surroundings turned into that futuristic style again, metal, smooth lines and cold, but it was not the prison before, but a room, a room where people lived, and he saw a drink on the small table not far from him. Half of the water, he opened the hand that grabbed the light spot, but found that the palm was empty.

"Who are you?" A cold, alert voice sounded quite young. Zemo turned around with the voice and saw a man—maybe a boy, he didn't know. Wearing a black cloak that looks rather silly to Zemo.When Zemo turned his head, he just extended his hand to Zemo, of course it was not a friendly handshake. His palm was down, and he looked at Zemo fiercely, his lips were tight, as if he was casting a spell on Zemo.

"Helmut Zemo," Zemo said, looking at the other's pale face, "what are you doing?"

Obviously, he was referring to the gesture the other party made to him. Ten seconds had passed, except for feeling a slight wind blowing past his ears, he did not see the power of that gesture—in fact, nothing Nothing happened, and the room fell silent.

The other party showed an unbelievable expression. In Zemo's view, this expression was even a little nervous.The man looked at his palm in disbelief, and then looked at Zemo with an almost blank expression.

"what?"

"Helmut Zemo," Zemo repeated his name again, "what is your name?"

"Why are you not under my control?"

The other party didn't seem to hear what Zemo was saying at all, or he didn't care about it at all. He looked at his palm again and Zemo again, looking a little silly.

"How did you get here?"

Zemo decided to finish his question, otherwise the conversation between them would become more and more complicated—"What's your name?" Zemo asked again.

"Karoren," said the other party, finally put down his hand, frowned, looked at Zemo with eyes that saw some incomprehensible problem, and said, "Now you should answer my question."

"I don't know." Zemo said, "I was in prison, then I saw a golden light spot, I followed the light, and I arrived here."

"This is not the place for you to pursue the light." Kylo Ren said, he frowned, "And I don't believe you, are you sent by Luke Skywalker?"

"Luke Skywalker?" Zemo questioned a name he had never been familiar with.

"Don't be stupid," Kylo Ren said, his tone became fierce, "Almost anyone who can use the Force can always have something to do with him."

Zemo was getting impatient with the endless new words.

"So what is the Force?" he asked, but Kylo Ren suddenly fell silent.

"No," Kylo Ren said, "you're not here, so my force has no effect on you."

He approached Zemo, raised his leather-gloved hand, and seemed to want to touch Zemo's face. Zemo was about to avoid it, but was yelled at by Kylo Ren—"Don't move!"

The cool texture of the leather glove was transmitted from Zemo's face to the central nervous system of the brain.

"But I can touch you." Kylo Ren said, with a sense of illusion in his tone, and Zemo almost gave up communicating with him at this time.

"Can you tell me," Zemo asked with unsatisfied hope, "what is the Force you speak of?"

"You don't know what the Force is?" Kylo Ren said, his surprise could be seen.

"Yeah, I don't know," Zemo said.

"But I can feel your force," Kylo Ren said, "although I didn't notice it at first, but we are communicating with the force now, you are where you are, and I am here—although you It's strange to be able to fully perceive and stand where I am now, but I can't see where you are, and you must be much stronger than me in the Force."