MR. DARCY: I fought against my better judgment, my family’s expectations, the inferiority of your birth, my rank and circumstance, all these things and I’m willing to put them aside and ask you to end my agony. I love you. Most ardently. Please do me the honor of accepting my hand.
KYLO: They were filthy junk traders who sold you off for drinking money. They’re dead in a paupers’ grave in the Jakku desert. You have no place in this story. You come from nothing. You’re nothing. But not to me. Join me. Please.
