You enjoyed that. [Ren scoffs, entirely self-aware in the moment (however rare and fleeting it might be) dropping his hands to his chest as his stare— unsurprisingly critical— follows the line of Hux's arm upwards. Sheltered, spoiled, those facets of his personality do little to alter the fact that he's the child of Han Solo and Princess Leia: he's seen intimacy, he's seen passion and contempt in the faces of those around him at ports and senatorial gatherings alike. Not in the mirror, but...
What he and the General shared moments prior? A fumbling disaster at best.]
How desperate you must be.
[And when all else fails, fall back on dogged, needling habits.]
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What he and the General shared moments prior? A fumbling disaster at best.]
How desperate you must be.
[And when all else fails, fall back on dogged, needling habits.]