[Hux is resigned, capable and dedicated in ways even the most devoted lieutenants could only dream of; Ren doesn't expect to be struck with backlash for his thrashing, desperate blows, but he expects the General's submission even less so. It stills him, stops him in his tracks and cuts the connection to that fevered rage. In its absence, the wounds feel deeper somehow - shame boring in right down to the frailness of his bones, as fresh as the painful snap of Cathaway closing the connection between them.
She hasn't bothered to so much as think of him since.]
No.
[His cheeks prickle with heat, eyes glassy when he drops the set of his stare to mask the fact.
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She hasn't bothered to so much as think of him since.]
No.
[His cheeks prickle with heat, eyes glassy when he drops the set of his stare to mask the fact.
He didn't come here to wage war.]