[Comprehensive British and American Star Wars] Grow in rot

But that anger was fleeting, like a hollow flame, and Fazia quickly returned to that listless look that Zemo now calls decadence.

"I'm from the most remote planet, so I don't know much about the First Order," Zemo mused, "I just heard about their atrocities. How bad are they?"

"They are so bad that you would think that being eaten by wild beasts is better than meeting them." Fazia said indifferently, believing Zemo's statement about his life experience.

"So they rob planets—"

"They plundered the planet, killed and oppressed the people on it, and treated human life as nothing. They are a bunch of scum." Fazia lowered his voice.

"Do they rule the planet now?" Zemo asked.

"They ruled so many planets, and the New Republic did nothing. Everyone said they were working together." Fazia said, "Scum and scum."

"Nobody resisted them?" Zemo asked.

"Yes," Fazia said, "the rebels, but no one knows where they are, they are too weak, and we no longer regard them as hope."

"Apart from the rebels? Are there any resistance organizations?"

"No one," Fazia said, and he smiled sarcastically, "No one dares."

"They're very powerful," Zemo said.

"Yes, they are too powerful. Anyone who resists them will be crushed, so no one dares to resist them." Fazia said, "That's it, fairness and justice do not exist."

"What's that inside?" The jailer knocked on the metal railing. "Be quiet! Scum!"

"Yes, sir!" Fazia roared weakly towards the outside of the prison, and Zemo heard the sound of the jailer walking away.

"That's desperate," Zemo said.

"Isn't it, but when you get too long, you get used to it." Fazia stretched his legs, and Zemo noticed that one of his legs twisted unnaturally.

"What happened to your leg?" Zemo asked.

"It was crushed under the ruins, and one life was recovered, and there was nothing left." Fazia said, he patted his leg, "but it's better to live like a vermin than to die, right?"

"You live in this world, but you are like a walking dead." Zemo said, he did not use English but Sokovian, which was the verse of a Sokovian poet. For the record, he wrote poems to the deceased, to the family of the deceased, and then burned the parchment on which the poems were written on the grave, watching sparks rise into the rainy sky.

"What are you talking about? The language of your home country?" Fazia asked.

"Yes," Zemo said, "a poem about those people who are desperate under the rule of the Communist Party."

"It's just right to use it now," Fazia said.

"Your family is dead, and you are corrupt." Zemo said, "Do you want to spend your life like this?"

"Otherwise?" Fazia asked.

"What's the difference between that and death?"

Fazia looked at him with a slightly changed expression.

"You've lost someone, like me, right," Fazia said.

"Yes," Zemo said, "but I survived for revenge."

"Revenge is meaningless to me," Fazia shook his head. "It's better to live a few years and have more fun. A moment of joy can never be replaced by endless loneliness after death."

"You can still feel the joy." Zemo said, this sentence made Fazia frown, and he stood up, "You sound like a freak, you know." He said, "Yeah, dead relatives , The pain of being robbed of property is very great, but you will always forget about it for a while, what? Can you not be immersed in pain all the time?"

"Sorry," Zemo said, "I know not everyone is as stubborn as I am."

Fazia relaxed his tone: "But you are lucky, have you finished your revenge?"

"Well." Zemo said, the disintegration of the Avengers was the end of revenge for him, because he knew he couldn't do more.

"That's because your enemy is not the first order." Fazia said, "I'm going to sleep again."

He returned to where he fell, and Zemo lay down on the spot, closing his eyes.He allowed himself to calm down, thinking back to that scene, the explosion of the planet, the flames that destroyed the world, and the dazzling white light that erupted in the universe. Vitality—then, he saw the light again.

The golden light, the light appeared outside the exploding planet in his mind, and then the scene of the planet exploding disappeared, Zemo found himself standing under an ancient tree, the tree was full of dots of golden light, those The golden light began to spread, and at night, he saw that everything around him was slowly stained with that reassuring light.His heart was peaceful, but it wasn't the ashes-like calm. That kind of calm was like a wheat field under the sun, with a warm breath. He took a deep breath, and before he had time to be happy, he fell from the spot.

He was falling, and the numb sense of desperation came back, and the screams kept ringing in his ears, and he knew that these things did not come from anywhere else, but from his mind, the imaginary building in his mind The scene of collapsing and burying his family and other people's families, the dust in the air and the screams coming from it were so stark, reminding him how ridiculous the warm peace he had just felt was.

Those golden points of light seemed to want to catch up with him, and they entered the hole that suddenly appeared, but they were getting farther and farther away from Zemo.

"Wake up! Wake up!" Zemo was woken up, and before he could say anything, the severe pain from under him immediately took away his voice.

He fell from mid-air.

"What were you doing just now?" Fazia asked, looking very surprised and impatient.

"What?" Zemo asked, still recovering from the pain.

"You just floated—you floated directly in the air! If I hadn't blocked you, you would have been discovered and taken away for execution!" Fazia lowered his voice and roared.

"I'm floating?" Zemo frowned. He was just chasing the golden spot of light—his real body was actually affected during this period?

"You can use the Force." Fazia said, he was still in shock, "I thought that thing only existed in legends."

The Force, Zemo thought, again.

"I do use this power," Zemo said, "but I don't know where it comes from, can you tell me about it?"

"You don't know what the Force is?" Fazia looked at Zemo, not daring to believe it. "As long as there is no one in this universe who doesn't know what the Force is."

That's the point, Zemo thought, he doesn't belong in this universe.

"My parents raised me very primitive," Zemo said. "It's not my fault, is it?"

"It's impossible." Fazia said, "You can levitate yourself, but you don't know what the Force is?"

"Yes, I don't know." Zemo said, "If you don't tell me, I don't even know that this power is the Force."

"Okay," Fazia said, "but we have to keep our voices down. They won't like this topic. The Force is a supernatural force. I also heard that there is an organization called the Jedi..."

"You are a Sith." Zemo said when he met Kylo Ren for the second time, "and belong to the First Order."

Kylo Ren was standing on the bridge, looking at the spaceship moving ahead, Zemo was already standing beside him when he opened his eyes.

"I'll go back to the room, and when Hux asked, he said I have a headache." Kylo Ren said to the person next to him, and Zemo could see that he was in a leadership position in this organization.