[The guttural growl that slips past set teeth is little more than condensed rage, brought on by Hux's chiding accusations (how dare he--) and in that instant Kylo Ren finds his own feet through the pain: leaning less on Hux's arm to drag him instead, though it doesn't last for more than a good handful of steps. Eventually the ship finds them, its honor guard crossing the distance to ease Hux's burden and escort them both to barely-won freedom. The planet-- or more accurately the shell of it, left intact over the surface of Starkiller's massive facilities-- crumples on itself in an instant; by the time they've cleared the atmosphere enough to leap to lightspeed, there's nothing left but fire.
He's dismissed the medical staff on board, swatting their attempts to help with a feverish intensity, meaning they've taken to fussing over Hux instead. A pair of attendants, seasoned enough to know what's expected of them, though one of them has shaking hands (Ren suspects it's the shock of catastrophic loss, just before his attention drops to some absent middle point, still bristling with anger beneath the ugly, glaring brand that marks his brow).
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He's dismissed the medical staff on board, swatting their attempts to help with a feverish intensity, meaning they've taken to fussing over Hux instead. A pair of attendants, seasoned enough to know what's expected of them, though one of them has shaking hands (Ren suspects it's the shock of catastrophic loss, just before his attention drops to some absent middle point, still bristling with anger beneath the ugly, glaring brand that marks his brow).
Snoke will want to speak to them both.]