Do not patronize me, Hux. [Spat out to leave ruddy flecks just across the corner of his lip, as informal as he cares to be.
The ground seizes up again, a low, groaning rumble; he thinks, briefly, to personally request the identification numbers of the soldiers that fulfill his request, ignoring the logical unlikeliness of their own survival the way he'd ignored the permanence of his own actions, or the futility in delaying their departure. Effective, he is, but stubborn-- stubborn seems a better adjective to describe him at times.
So he doesn't take that outstretched hand. Instead he clasps the general's wrist with his own tacky fingertips (blood and silt and sap from shattered trees staining what would otherwise be pristine leather) pulling hard with what little strength there is left to give, and leaning more heavily than he'd like on Hux's weight, rather than his own, damaged legs. Every step is a vivid reminder of the mistakes he'd made, like rolling a vid backwards in reverse: his face should have been guarded, if he'd snapped up his wrist she would never have branded his arm, his leg-- the blaster wound-- his father--
He'd done it. He'd succeeded in Snoke's given task. Would it really matter that it came at the cost of so much else?]
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The ground seizes up again, a low, groaning rumble; he thinks, briefly, to personally request the identification numbers of the soldiers that fulfill his request, ignoring the logical unlikeliness of their own survival the way he'd ignored the permanence of his own actions, or the futility in delaying their departure. Effective, he is, but stubborn-- stubborn seems a better adjective to describe him at times.
So he doesn't take that outstretched hand. Instead he clasps the general's wrist with his own tacky fingertips (blood and silt and sap from shattered trees staining what would otherwise be pristine leather) pulling hard with what little strength there is left to give, and leaning more heavily than he'd like on Hux's weight, rather than his own, damaged legs. Every step is a vivid reminder of the mistakes he'd made, like rolling a vid backwards in reverse: his face should have been guarded, if he'd snapped up his wrist she would never have branded his arm, his leg-- the blaster wound-- his father--
He'd done it. He'd succeeded in Snoke's given task. Would it really matter that it came at the cost of so much else?]