[Ren continues to pull himself along the cot until he runs out of cot to hold. There's a brief pause when he spots his reflection is Phasma's armor, free hand reaching up to his face. Gloved fingers brush the long scar there, the light and fire in his eyes dying almost as suddenly as it had sprung to life.
He had barely survived, there is no question about it now. The ice of the snow soaks his robes, mixed with too much blood and charged with the power of his lightsaber. He can map the deep cut on his torso now, straight down to his leg alongside the other various stab wounds that he had gained from his last fight.
An inhale cuts the silence, chased by a shaky exhale as he reaches for Phasma's plated arm to clasp as firmly as he is able. It's done. There is nothing more he can do but face the Supreme Leader and search for the guidance he so desperately craves.]
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He had barely survived, there is no question about it now. The ice of the snow soaks his robes, mixed with too much blood and charged with the power of his lightsaber. He can map the deep cut on his torso now, straight down to his leg alongside the other various stab wounds that he had gained from his last fight.
An inhale cuts the silence, chased by a shaky exhale as he reaches for Phasma's plated arm to clasp as firmly as he is able. It's done. There is nothing more he can do but face the Supreme Leader and search for the guidance he so desperately craves.]
Captain.
[It's a halting reply.]
How long have I been indisposed?