[The idea of the Supreme Leader waiting on him to recover from weakness feels like something slimy had entered his mouth, and he can't help but make a face for it. Gritting his teeth and fighting through his pain, he forces himself to sit up until his face shows a slight sheen for his efforts.
It takes a second for him to swallow the overwhelming flow of emotion that comes with acceptance, but Kylo Ren finds himself staring into the abyss of space from the viewport rather than at Captain Phasma. The idea of trying to look anyone in the eyes, helmet or no helmet, is unbearable.]
Was anyone able to capture the girl?
[He knows the answer to his question before he asks it, one fist balling against the cot he had been laid out upon. The bandages lining his torso made it nearly impossible to twist or move himself, but it didn't help the stabbing pain any.]
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It takes a second for him to swallow the overwhelming flow of emotion that comes with acceptance, but Kylo Ren finds himself staring into the abyss of space from the viewport rather than at Captain Phasma. The idea of trying to look anyone in the eyes, helmet or no helmet, is unbearable.]
Was anyone able to capture the girl?
[He knows the answer to his question before he asks it, one fist balling against the cot he had been laid out upon. The bandages lining his torso made it nearly impossible to twist or move himself, but it didn't help the stabbing pain any.]