[ The sound of Hux's words betrays something painfully raw, achingly so; and it's so unfamiliar to Kylo that he's distracted from his own clamoring thoughts. He knows how hard the general fights to betray no weakness, but in this unguarded moment they are allowed a moment of reprieve.
Kylo listens to him, the question that catches in his chest. Haven't they lost? Kylo has cut off so much today, has done the unforgivable, and there is nowhere else to go but forward, into the darkness. He doesn't look at Hux still, giving him the illusion and the space that he needs. The man just had his life's work torn away from him -- a measure of emotion, perhaps, is not weakness. He's silent for a few moments, taking Hux in before his hand comes to cover Hux's. This is not what they are going to talk about, either; not all that lies unspoken between them.
They have failed, lost far too much today, but they are still here, and there is always a chance to regroup and return with a vengeance, better than they were before. But even with these thoughts, Kylo still can't shake off the lingering grief, the look on Han's face when he ultimately kills him. He made it fast, as painless as can be, considering the circumstances, and he swallows hard.
It doesn't help the struggle, the pain of being torn in two. Hux's own pain, so powerful and so strong in the room between them, helps. It pulls him out of his head and into the General's. In their most private, shared moment, this is important. His hand continues to rest on Hux's own. ]
For now. [ He concedes quietly, the words bitter as heart-blood in his mouth. He's silent for a long moment, letting it hang between them before he asks a question, a seeming non-sequitur, a question that surely betrays Kylo's own thoughts. ]
Would you have done it? [ Killed his own father. ]
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Date: 2016-02-16 12:36 am (UTC)Kylo listens to him, the question that catches in his chest. Haven't they lost? Kylo has cut off so much today, has done the unforgivable, and there is nowhere else to go but forward, into the darkness. He doesn't look at Hux still, giving him the illusion and the space that he needs. The man just had his life's work torn away from him -- a measure of emotion, perhaps, is not weakness. He's silent for a few moments, taking Hux in before his hand comes to cover Hux's. This is not what they are going to talk about, either; not all that lies unspoken between them.
They have failed, lost far too much today, but they are still here, and there is always a chance to regroup and return with a vengeance, better than they were before. But even with these thoughts, Kylo still can't shake off the lingering grief, the look on Han's face when he ultimately kills him. He made it fast, as painless as can be, considering the circumstances, and he swallows hard.
It doesn't help the struggle, the pain of being torn in two. Hux's own pain, so powerful and so strong in the room between them, helps. It pulls him out of his head and into the General's. In their most private, shared moment, this is important. His hand continues to rest on Hux's own. ]
For now. [ He concedes quietly, the words bitter as heart-blood in his mouth. He's silent for a long moment, letting it hang between them before he asks a question, a seeming non-sequitur, a question that surely betrays Kylo's own thoughts. ]
Would you have done it? [ Killed his own father. ]