[ The rush of air from the other man seems to tell him how he feels about his response. It's mixed. There's tension in his fingers, in his touch. As though he isn't totally convinced.
But then, their circumstances are so different. Hux has realized over time that his relationship with his father was an exceptional kind. Not nearly close to normal. The dedication to the First Order demanded that of both of them.
It was, as he knows, necessary. Sacrifices are made so that other things can be achieved. So he can go after his ambitions, even if he's slicing his humanity to ribbons. There's no room for sentimentality at the top or the path to it.
(He can't bring himself to let go of Ren's hand, even through this). ]
We're not finished. [ A quiet correction, voice low and oddly sure. ]
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Date: 2016-02-17 03:55 am (UTC)But then, their circumstances are so different. Hux has realized over time that his relationship with his father was an exceptional kind. Not nearly close to normal. The dedication to the First Order demanded that of both of them.
It was, as he knows, necessary. Sacrifices are made so that other things can be achieved. So he can go after his ambitions, even if he's slicing his humanity to ribbons. There's no room for sentimentality at the top or the path to it.
(He can't bring himself to let go of Ren's hand, even through this). ]
We're not finished. [ A quiet correction, voice low and oddly sure. ]