[ Hux fights it, fights himself and hates every second. How every shuddering breath makes it feel like he's collapsing in. Like he's no better off than Kylo Ren had been earlier in the snow–white stained red, cuts on the fragile parts of his body. He suffers from mental injuries, managing to get off of Starkiller without so much as a scratch.
And yet it digs so deep.
Swallowing, he lets Kylo's hand cover his own and after a moment, he curls his fingers around the other's palm. Neither of them put a name to this but right now it's a lifeline and he'll gladly hold onto it.
(This is for the faint of heart and it's appropriate because it seems like his is gone). ]
Would I have.... [ Hux repeats the question quietly, voice rougher than usual. ] Yes, probably. Yes.
If it were expected of me, it would've been failure not to.
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Date: 2016-02-16 07:25 am (UTC)And yet it digs so deep.
Swallowing, he lets Kylo's hand cover his own and after a moment, he curls his fingers around the other's palm. Neither of them put a name to this but right now it's a lifeline and he'll gladly hold onto it.
(This is for the faint of heart and it's appropriate because it seems like his is gone). ]
Would I have.... [ Hux repeats the question quietly, voice rougher than usual. ] Yes, probably. Yes.
If it were expected of me, it would've been failure not to.