[It's as if Starkiller's collapse is still happening lightyears away across the distance: snapped tempers and brittle appearances, shrinking, collapsing down until there's nothing left but bottled heat with too much pressure, until it breaks in a volatile, hateful burst of its own concentrated existence. Ren should be resting his wounds, making sure the uncauterized shot burrowed deep into his side doesn't continue to bleed or preparing himself for his inevitable reunion with the Supreme Leader, but all he hears in Hux's accusation is the pale memory of Han Solo's voice as he begged his would-be son to come home.
The ghost of his grip on his cheek where charred flesh now sits.
And all at once something in him breaks, like the bones of his ribs or the vertebrae of his spine and he feels like his lungs are full of nothing but white-hot rage, flooded and choking, and he's up on his feet again, grim and grotesque for all his scorch marks, his bloodstains. Bolts rattle, metal twists. Medical carts overturn sending instruments clattering across the floor and into nearby walls, closer and closer as Kylo Ren-- apprentice to Supreme Leader Snoke, master of the Knights of Ren-- stalks towards Hux, brimming with hatred. At himself, at his compatriot, at the universe itself and every living thing in it.
He doesn't need the mask this time.] Do you know what I was doing for those fifty seconds, General?
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The ghost of his grip on his cheek where charred flesh now sits.
And all at once something in him breaks, like the bones of his ribs or the vertebrae of his spine and he feels like his lungs are full of nothing but white-hot rage, flooded and choking, and he's up on his feet again, grim and grotesque for all his scorch marks, his bloodstains. Bolts rattle, metal twists. Medical carts overturn sending instruments clattering across the floor and into nearby walls, closer and closer as Kylo Ren-- apprentice to Supreme Leader Snoke, master of the Knights of Ren-- stalks towards Hux, brimming with hatred. At himself, at his compatriot, at the universe itself and every living thing in it.
He doesn't need the mask this time.] Do you know what I was doing for those fifty seconds, General?