[ Ren's distaste at his answer is easily spotted; Hux doesn't even need to be connected to his mind for it. Well, what else was he supposed to say? He wasn't the one that grew up Force sensitive. Moreover: he's never been afraid of Ren nor has he ever held much of a curiosity for powers that seemed to make him crazy.
Too bad he doesn't get to vocalize anything before the other man gives him the slimmest window of warning.
Mentally, he braces for whatever is coming, ready for what– he's not really sure. His answer comes in a rush. Images flickering by, the press of so many minds against his own, near invisible pathways stretching out in a tangle. Things narrow where people and places intersect. Stars streak past, lightspeed imitated purely with the force of mind.
And then it pauses, hanging there as still as the Finalizer. Its engines hum, easily picked out over the previous silence. He feels like if he reached out, his fingers would come in contact with the alusteel walls the lined the corridors. Even the smell is the same. Recycled air, the tang of ozone from blasters. Plastics, from the troopers uniforms.
The polish Phasma uses on her armor. Straining his senses, he can almost hear the whisper of her cloak as she marches down the hallway.
He misses it fiercely and all of his loss comes bubbling to the surface. ]
Stop. Stop. [ The words come out choked, near sobbed. His eyes are wet when he looks away. ]
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Date: 2016-05-01 02:07 am (UTC)Too bad he doesn't get to vocalize anything before the other man gives him the slimmest window of warning.
Mentally, he braces for whatever is coming, ready for what– he's not really sure. His answer comes in a rush. Images flickering by, the press of so many minds against his own, near invisible pathways stretching out in a tangle. Things narrow where people and places intersect. Stars streak past, lightspeed imitated purely with the force of mind.
And then it pauses, hanging there as still as the Finalizer. Its engines hum, easily picked out over the previous silence. He feels like if he reached out, his fingers would come in contact with the alusteel walls the lined the corridors. Even the smell is the same. Recycled air, the tang of ozone from blasters. Plastics, from the troopers uniforms.
The polish Phasma uses on her armor. Straining his senses, he can almost hear the whisper of her cloak as she marches down the hallway.
He misses it fiercely and all of his loss comes bubbling to the surface. ]
Stop. Stop. [ The words come out choked, near sobbed. His eyes are wet when he looks away. ]