[ He dabs away at the blood on his own face, wincing a little when he presses too hard on his nose, still a bit tender from the fight. That they likely make a ridiculous pair, bleeding, disheveled, and holding hands, doesn't seem to concern Ren at all as they walk out into the city's streets. They're stronger like this, and that knowledge alone has Ren practically exuding a menacing confidence at any passersby.
Ren glances sidelong at Hux, the stern glower he's been directing at those around them fading into something softer, the beginnings of a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. One thing they can always agree on: POE DAMERON IS THE WORST.
And then, at Armitage's remark, Ren lets out a short, surprised laugh. ]
I was thinking gold.
[ HA.
...
Seriously, though, good riddance to Snoke.
Ren's quiet for a few moments as they make their trek towards their destination, a little nagging feeling chewing away inside before he blurts out: ]
That man, in the bar. That was him, wasn't he?
[ Jim. Hux's friend. The one he'd felt in the general's heart before. ]
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Ren glances sidelong at Hux, the stern glower he's been directing at those around them fading into something softer, the beginnings of a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. One thing they can always agree on: POE DAMERON IS THE WORST.
And then, at Armitage's remark, Ren lets out a short, surprised laugh. ]
I was thinking gold.
[ HA.
...
Seriously, though, good riddance to Snoke.
Ren's quiet for a few moments as they make their trek towards their destination, a little nagging feeling chewing away inside before he blurts out: ]
That man, in the bar. That was him, wasn't he?
[ Jim. Hux's friend. The one he'd felt in the general's heart before. ]