Date: 2016-05-28 09:27 am (UTC)
narcissithstic: (were like a drug)
And I have one.

[He doesn't blink, doesn't so much as let his attention slip for a moment: surprise, General Hux, you're clearly the subject of conversation here.]

The Supreme Leader expected us to work together. [A senseless endeavor it felt like at times, one hand striking the other, always interfering. Resentment boiled in the wake of their forced cooperation but here, now, marks the first moment of dawning realization between them: Ren senses it, as clear and bright as any premonition granted to him through the Force. He's the knife, the saber meant to cut through bone, and Hux--]

I gave you control over your symbiote. [For once, there's no arrogance to be found alongside that claim; it's a statement of fact, nothing more.] Return the favor.

[His posture angles in, shoulders squaring, heavy with the weight of what it is he aches to ask. The idea that Hux might refuse spurs him forward, rather than back towards his own heels: it means the end product reads as a demand, not a request.]

Guide my hand.

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