[This time his wounds are not so immediate, nor are they physical— when Ren moves to find him there's no sign of a scratch nor scrape. Even his robes are mended, he looks more himself than he has in the last month to say the least.
And yet his shoulders sink in their sockets, posture listless and defeated as he stands at the entrance to Hux's quarters, waiting. His brood has slighted him, Cathaway has turned her back; there is nowhere else— noone else left for him but Hux.]
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And yet his shoulders sink in their sockets, posture listless and defeated as he stands at the entrance to Hux's quarters, waiting. His brood has slighted him, Cathaway has turned her back; there is nowhere else— noone else left for him but Hux.]