[ There was a time prior to Hux witnessing the face that lurked under Ren's helmet when he wondered if Snoke's apprentice had any feelings at all besides a permanently festering anger, even if he were human. Maybe a droid with fried circuits, who knew back then? But ever since he has known that the person who owned all that hulking power was this boy-faced man, Hux had felt the sting of every failure against Ren all the more keenly. He loathes the fact that once, not so long ago, he had trusted that there was someone of rationale and perhaps alien intelligence behind that faceless mask.
Because it was always just Ren. Ren, with his expressive eyes and worried mouth, hiding his inexperience and putting everyone else at risk. ]
This is foolish. I'm not running away from something that isn't real in my own head.
[ It's the only safe-haven he has left now that Snoke isn't around to pressure him with severe migraines when displeased. Since boyhood, people have imagined Hux was a weak-willed boy (even Brendol) but none of them ever appreciated his mind.
Coming to a halt with fists balled at his sides, he thinks logically about the situation: this is his dream, he controls reality itself, if indeed any of this is malleable then it all belongs exclusively to him. Except for Ren, of course, but naturally he would be the outlier. Hux screws his eyes shut and thinks of his own ship the Finalizer, how any degree of power he ever earned was crystallised on that ship, and in the corridor by Ren the emperor's ridiculous robes melt into the severe uniform of a general. The Durasteel walls darken in hue, shift formation to that of a Resurgent-class Star Destroyer. ]
If you won't make it stop, I will.
[ How? He doesn't know. His tactics are limited to "Think At It Really Hard", but they don't feel entirely useless. This isn't Ren's head. ]
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Because it was always just Ren. Ren, with his expressive eyes and worried mouth, hiding his inexperience and putting everyone else at risk. ]
This is foolish. I'm not running away from something that isn't real in my own head.
[ It's the only safe-haven he has left now that Snoke isn't around to pressure him with severe migraines when displeased. Since boyhood, people have imagined Hux was a weak-willed boy (even Brendol) but none of them ever appreciated his mind.
Coming to a halt with fists balled at his sides, he thinks logically about the situation: this is his dream, he controls reality itself, if indeed any of this is malleable then it all belongs exclusively to him. Except for Ren, of course, but naturally he would be the outlier. Hux screws his eyes shut and thinks of his own ship the Finalizer, how any degree of power he ever earned was crystallised on that ship, and in the corridor by Ren the emperor's ridiculous robes melt into the severe uniform of a general. The Durasteel walls darken in hue, shift formation to that of a Resurgent-class Star Destroyer. ]
If you won't make it stop, I will.
[ How? He doesn't know. His tactics are limited to "Think At It Really Hard", but they don't feel entirely useless. This isn't Ren's head. ]