[It isn't like dealing with Ren. The way he'd buckled and balked, swapping back and forth between sympathy and hardened ultimatums: most of the memories and habits 2187 housed had been wiped clean like data from a hard drive, but it was Ren that urged him to talk about his dreams in order to lock out any room for doubt or error. It made sense at the time.
Hux, though, is different.
Encourages where everything else favors erosion, like he's nursing along dying embers between his hands. If it wasn't for him, FN-2187 might not remember anything about who he was, or what he'd done to get here; the thought's unpleasant enough that 2187 leans back, easily, into the set of Hux's palm. Something real, something grounding.] Like I said, General: I owe you my life.
And I trust you. [The idea of more psych tests, though, more evaluations...] If you think I somehow matter more, or that it'll help the First Order then it's...yeah.
no subject
Hux, though, is different.
Encourages where everything else favors erosion, like he's nursing along dying embers between his hands. If it wasn't for him, FN-2187 might not remember anything about who he was, or what he'd done to get here; the thought's unpleasant enough that 2187 leans back, easily, into the set of Hux's palm. Something real, something grounding.] Like I said, General: I owe you my life.
And I trust you. [The idea of more psych tests, though, more evaluations...] If you think I somehow matter more, or that it'll help the First Order then it's...yeah.
I'd be in.