[And for that, Ren does withdraw: swift and not wholly unaffected for it (his own breath trembles and his throat feels raw, but he weathers it) leaving Hux numb in comparison to the vibrant flow of emotion and life that had just funneled through him as a conduit. Even the call of the symbiote is nothing. Quiet.
It's exposure that makes one tolerant of a poison. Measured, not constant, and in this, Hux is fortunate to struggle not as most Force-sensitive children did— as he himself did— without a hand at his side to still the noise of something so infinite, so hateful. He waits. Grants the General time before bothering to speak.]
Breathe.
[Forgetting to is so easy. This much he knows from experience - a problem he still combats.]
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Date: 2016-05-01 04:51 am (UTC)It's exposure that makes one tolerant of a poison. Measured, not constant, and in this, Hux is fortunate to struggle not as most Force-sensitive children did— as he himself did— without a hand at his side to still the noise of something so infinite, so hateful. He waits. Grants the General time before bothering to speak.]
Breathe.
[Forgetting to is so easy. This much he knows from experience - a problem he still combats.]