Thank you, sir. [There's a note of genuine pride in his voice, for all it's a demure answer for his praise. He was a good pilot, his skills being recognized could only benefit the Order. Of that he had no doubt.
That edge- something close to smug- doesn't last long, however. It's clear that the General is not pleased with his admission. He is more than aware it's not a burden he's placed upon his shoulders, but his words had been the cause nevertheless, and there's a twinge of something, something like failure. Something unacceptable. His mouth thins behind his helmet, a small sign of discomfort that is nevertheless unseen. It's- unfortunate, to think that his presence could cause some schism. Could lead to any weakness among the rank and file. It feels like a personal failing more than the rest does.
His attention, wandering for the shortest moment snaps back to Hux then, and the helmet once again hides what he shouldn't show. Surprise, open on his face. That wasn't what he was expecting, really. He notices the smile, but he thinks it's more for the suggestion than it is for him.
More assignments? More hours in the cockpit, with other pilots. It sounded good. Something about flying- it eased a part of him that found itself ill at ease. Quickened his pulse. It was almost better than service- almost. His step picks up, almost catching up to Hux and his much longer legs- but before he can answer, before the edge of excitement can give him a sharp clear affirmative he remembers-
Kylo Ren, who reminded him that he was his. Whose requests were far from regular but which were not anything he would or could refuse.]
Sir- General, I would like to say yes, but my time is not always my own- [And that feels like telling some secret, something that wasn't meant to be known, either. There's a dull thud building in his head, a pressure. Pulse picking up without his permission.]
Sir. [He finished lamely, bitterness on his tongue and he's not sure if it's for Hux's request or Ren's- both were a rare honor. Honors he would fight for, would prove his worthiness for. Service he would gladly do, but he couldn't do both. Kylo Ren, who would tell him the truth, as his place in the Order assured, had said he was special, that his orders were above Hux's but- The General's position, his personal responsibility for the soldiers was known. He couldn't- do both. Be both things.]
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Date: 2016-02-01 06:29 am (UTC)That edge- something close to smug- doesn't last long, however. It's clear that the General is not pleased with his admission. He is more than aware it's not a burden he's placed upon his shoulders, but his words had been the cause nevertheless, and there's a twinge of something, something like failure. Something unacceptable. His mouth thins behind his helmet, a small sign of discomfort that is nevertheless unseen. It's- unfortunate, to think that his presence could cause some schism. Could lead to any weakness among the rank and file. It feels like a personal failing more than the rest does.
His attention, wandering for the shortest moment snaps back to Hux then, and the helmet once again hides what he shouldn't show. Surprise, open on his face. That wasn't what he was expecting, really. He notices the smile, but he thinks it's more for the suggestion than it is for him.
More assignments? More hours in the cockpit, with other pilots. It sounded good. Something about flying- it eased a part of him that found itself ill at ease. Quickened his pulse. It was almost better than service- almost. His step picks up, almost catching up to Hux and his much longer legs- but before he can answer, before the edge of excitement can give him a sharp clear affirmative he remembers-
Kylo Ren, who reminded him that he was his. Whose requests were far from regular but which were not anything he would or could refuse.]
Sir- General, I would like to say yes, but my time is not always my own- [And that feels like telling some secret, something that wasn't meant to be known, either. There's a dull thud building in his head, a pressure. Pulse picking up without his permission.]
Sir. [He finished lamely, bitterness on his tongue and he's not sure if it's for Hux's request or Ren's- both were a rare honor. Honors he would fight for, would prove his worthiness for. Service he would gladly do, but he couldn't do both. Kylo Ren, who would tell him the truth, as his place in the Order assured, had said he was special, that his orders were above Hux's but- The General's position, his personal responsibility for the soldiers was known. He couldn't- do both. Be both things.]