[Shockingly enough, the shift in focus works. Still flush from adrenaline and simmering fury (ebbing with each passing second) his attention drops to the saber at his hip, unlatching it and rolling its weight across his palm. Anakin Skywalker's saber— his saber. It feels right. Better than the presence of his grandfather ever had at his side, and the knowledge that it exists alongside its twin (left in Ahsoka's care) leaves the faintest sliver of hope in his restless heart.]
She is.
[Defanged and declawed, as far as both Ren and Hux are concerned.] See to your foot first. I don't need your pain as well.
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Date: 2016-08-22 01:14 am (UTC)She is.
[Defanged and declawed, as far as both Ren and Hux are concerned.] See to your foot first. I don't need your pain as well.