[ Isn't this what he spoke about with Sam? That Ren still follows the precepts of the First Order– or rather, at least believes in bringing organization to the chaos around them? This is a thin line, has been for a while, but even more so as he stares up at Ren's expression, so devoid of anything. It reminds Hux of watching oncoming storms from the windows of the academy on Arkanis. Dark, looming.
(Eventually it will pass).
As with all of their interaction, he isn't afraid. No matter how much Ren rages underneath his skin (he has the same if not more).
Hux stands up abruptly, mouth pressed in a thin line, posture rigid. They should want the same thing. This has been the problem since the beginning– Hux has had order impressed upon him since he was a child. Ren? Ren wants order? How is this even close to it, how can't he see the other side? Order doesn't sit in his veins, pressed in even to the point of pain. ]
Order. [ His fingers curl into fists at his sides, the word setting him over the edge. ] Is that what you really want? Have you considered, for a moment, that maybe your broodmates want the same thing?
[ The whole, over the individual. ]
There's no hiding what happened on Avera. Nor should they suffer with the lack of knowledge just because you won't communicate with them. [ It's taken him this long to even garner some semblance of understanding. ]
This might come as a surprise, but none of us want to control you, Kylo Ren, because only fools assume they could do any such thing. You can destroy things with little more than a blink and it took less than five minutes for you to decimate that idiot merchant's guards–
[ And he's personally felt it, in that room when Ren showed him the Finalizer, hanging in his head. The alusteel walls, the sound of Phasma's walk. He bites down on it; Ren had driven the knife into his ribs on their first day, he's returning the favor. ]
–don't you think that might make people question your actions?
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Date: 2016-05-22 10:16 pm (UTC)(Eventually it will pass).
As with all of their interaction, he isn't afraid. No matter how much Ren rages underneath his skin (he has the same if not more).
Hux stands up abruptly, mouth pressed in a thin line, posture rigid. They should want the same thing. This has been the problem since the beginning– Hux has had order impressed upon him since he was a child. Ren? Ren wants order? How is this even close to it, how can't he see the other side? Order doesn't sit in his veins, pressed in even to the point of pain. ]
Order. [ His fingers curl into fists at his sides, the word setting him over the edge. ] Is that what you really want? Have you considered, for a moment, that maybe your broodmates want the same thing?
[ The whole, over the individual. ]
There's no hiding what happened on Avera. Nor should they suffer with the lack of knowledge just because you won't communicate with them. [ It's taken him this long to even garner some semblance of understanding. ]
This might come as a surprise, but none of us want to control you, Kylo Ren, because only fools assume they could do any such thing. You can destroy things with little more than a blink and it took less than five minutes for you to decimate that idiot merchant's guards–
[ And he's personally felt it, in that room when Ren showed him the Finalizer, hanging in his head. The alusteel walls, the sound of Phasma's walk. He bites down on it; Ren had driven the knife into his ribs on their first day, he's returning the favor. ]
–don't you think that might make people question your actions?