Date: 2016-09-21 03:34 am (UTC)
narcissithstic: (Where did you go? —where did you go?)
Hmph.

[Dour, tolerant - a beast of burden shrugging off the pinching contact of sharpened claws where they catch. If he was angry, it'd be obvious; if he wanted nothing more to do with this conversation or current company, Hux would know it instantly.

Instead he dips his gaze to fix on the mirrored surface of Anakin's lightsaber. A promise that regardless of what they were once destined for, here, nothing is set in stone. By all accounts, they should both be free of any prior restrictions.

And yet it's that thought that terrifies him most, transparently so.
] I wasn't meant for that kind of reciprocation, General.

The Supreme Leader—

[Wouldn't have tolerated it. Wouldn't have fostered what little humanity there is to be found in companionship rather than complacency. Is Cathaway the same, he wonders.]

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