[There's something in his eyes and his words that pierces right through Hux's carefully maintained sense of detachment balanced with his sense of responsibility. It inspires a sense of warmth he'd long been unfamiliar with, the sort of feeling that tugs the phantom of a proud smile on his lips - and it makes him sick. He has to turn to sever the link, to patch up the crack letting light through.
This must have been the flaw that had set him apart from the others, what caused him to move away from the vision of the First Order. To feel it firsthand is briefly crippling for sure, but he has grown accustomed to recovering face quickly given his often immediate company.]
Think nothing of it. [The words come out more intense than planned, a symptom of his sudden slip, but he draws in a breath. Control.]
I will give you nothing but the truth, FN-2187: Phasma believes this whole ordeal to be linked with your wavering loyalty to the Order, that you value camaraderie over our vision. [He cannot fold under the trooper's emotional sway from this moment forward, no matter what happens, Hux tells himself, before turning back to him. Advances towards 2187, closing up what space was between them so that there is nothing but intimacy there. His words are softer, but with no less intensity than before. It's clear that while he's ruled by logic, he is also driven by his passion.]
If that is your only issue, then I want you to be loyal to me - not the First Order.
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This must have been the flaw that had set him apart from the others, what caused him to move away from the vision of the First Order. To feel it firsthand is briefly crippling for sure, but he has grown accustomed to recovering face quickly given his often immediate company.]
Think nothing of it. [The words come out more intense than planned, a symptom of his sudden slip, but he draws in a breath. Control.]
I will give you nothing but the truth, FN-2187: Phasma believes this whole ordeal to be linked with your wavering loyalty to the Order, that you value camaraderie over our vision. [He cannot fold under the trooper's emotional sway from this moment forward, no matter what happens, Hux tells himself, before turning back to him. Advances towards 2187, closing up what space was between them so that there is nothing but intimacy there. His words are softer, but with no less intensity than before. It's clear that while he's ruled by logic, he is also driven by his passion.]
If that is your only issue, then I want you to be loyal to me - not the First Order.