[He hears it. Those anxious, needling fears, burrowing in against the backdrop of a scorched planet. Normally the sight of Hux so unnerved would be a balm, but something about it all runs parallel-- he keeps hearing the echo of Han Solo's words, promising that Snoke would only crush him once he had what he needed-- and there's a bitter, fearful panic in his veins that he might have somehow expedited that truth.
But it doesn't show.
He keeps his stare even, keeps his eyes pressed stubbornly forward against the pain, determined to see out the only path he's ever truly been free to walk-- until Hux speaks up, that is, and his focus snaps across the ship's hull, as hot and livid as the burn-marks he's been branded with:] If you've something to say, General, say it.
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But it doesn't show.
He keeps his stare even, keeps his eyes pressed stubbornly forward against the pain, determined to see out the only path he's ever truly been free to walk-- until Hux speaks up, that is, and his focus snaps across the ship's hull, as hot and livid as the burn-marks he's been branded with:] If you've something to say, General, say it.