Date: 2016-09-27 06:14 am (UTC)
exhuxperation: (turn shift)
[ He wants to hold out, a sick part of himself forming this up to be a matter of proving that he could do it. That he was stronger than the voices clamoring to tear him down, the minds transmitting their hate and anger. Over the mental static, he hears Ren's voice cut through close by, ignoring him on the first pass.

It's only when pain begins to bloom along his arm that he snaps from his concentration with a gasp, belatedly flinching away and finding he's unable to escape the iron grip. The noise is dimmer now, the sharpness dulled by his focus on the outside world. Hux blinks at Ren, wide-eyed, a protest shaping on his tongue.

As soon as it built up, it dies there, Ren's thinned lips telling him more than was said.

Moments pass as he struggles to close the connections, to leave him in the peace of his own head. Though even here, it's shattered in places, the calm order having withstood a turbulent storm. ]


Ren, I– [ I feel sick, I'm confused, I'm overwhelmed ]
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