[His lightsaber's extinguished in an instant, thrown unceremoniously to the floor and replaced by the front of Hux's jaw, locked a menacingly tight grip. Ren drags him closer, grabs Hux's wrist with his opposite hand and bears it down across the scorched wound at his ribs, still flush with cauterizing heat.]
You feel it.
[His fingers tremble for all their tension; expression twisted with a feral scowl. Go on, Hux. Chastise him as you like, berate him for his lust for combat.
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You feel it.
[His fingers tremble for all their tension; expression twisted with a feral scowl. Go on, Hux. Chastise him as you like, berate him for his lust for combat.
—And know that she struck him first.]