[ Coming up with a new plan to destroy his enemies AND disappointing Hux? This is the best day Kylo Ren's had in weeks!
Anyway, Ren's distracted for a moment, clearly hung up on whatever plan he's cooking up, until Hux mentions Cold. Then his attention snaps back to the comm, gaze sharp. ]
I haven't found him to be abrasive. [ Said with an air of "SO I GUESS THE PROBLEM'S YOU."
...
Ren is, as ever, a child. ]
He helped me out of a... situation. That's how I came to know him.
[ It's like walking on landmines, talking with Ren. ]
Hmph.
[ And yet, Cold lets Dameron live. Pathetic tactics. Hux pulls a scarf on, taking the comm with him as he dresses for the outdoors; his greatcoat has the FO insignia removed from the sleeve. He wants to go out and get some air, stuck in a room with Ren's simmering moodiness suddenly feels stifling. Hux gives off an air of dismissal even though he deigns to ask, ]
[ And the sad truth is: Cold didn't even find him until the aftermath, when Ren was left bullet-ridden and bleeding in an alley, not by Dameron, but his totally Force-insensitive pal who just happened to be there. That part, Ren's deliberately omitting, because it's utterly humiliating.
He opens his mouth, ready to snarl that he will not be dismissed, but then stops himself. A rare show of self-control. Indeed, despite everything, he's become a touch more relaxed the past few days. THIS IS REN WHEN HE'S SLIGHTLY RELAXED. ]
Just-- [ Still scowling, as he grudgingly says: ] Try not to die.
[ Because, for as much as he loathes Hux, it's good to have... something of an ally after months trapped in a city crawling with Resistance fighters. Finally. ]
[ A thin smile is Ren's reward for controlling his temper, the General looking more like himself in his usual coat as he steps outside the door, heading out of the community apartments. One good thing about the world here: it has wonderful caff venues. ]
The only reason I would consent to die is to give you justification for killing the lot of them. Fortunately for them, I hate them a lot less than I like being alive.
[ He looks back to the comm, humour fading. ]
Don't die either. If you abandon me on this moon crawling with rebels I'll grab one of the necromancers out there and make them strangle your Force ghost.
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Anyway, Ren's distracted for a moment, clearly hung up on whatever plan he's cooking up, until Hux mentions Cold. Then his attention snaps back to the comm, gaze sharp. ]
I haven't found him to be abrasive. [ Said with an air of "SO I GUESS THE PROBLEM'S YOU."
...
Ren is, as ever, a child. ]
He helped me out of a... situation. That's how I came to know him.
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A situation such as Dameron opening fire in broad daylight?
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His voice goes tight. Keep that anger at bay, Kylo. ] Perhaps.
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Hmph.
[ And yet, Cold lets Dameron live. Pathetic tactics. Hux pulls a scarf on, taking the comm with him as he dresses for the outdoors; his greatcoat has the FO insignia removed from the sleeve. He wants to go out and get some air, stuck in a room with Ren's simmering moodiness suddenly feels stifling. Hux gives off an air of dismissal even though he deigns to ask, ]
Are we done?
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He opens his mouth, ready to snarl that he will not be dismissed, but then stops himself. A rare show of self-control. Indeed, despite everything, he's become a touch more relaxed the past few days. THIS IS REN WHEN HE'S SLIGHTLY RELAXED. ]
Just-- [ Still scowling, as he grudgingly says: ] Try not to die.
[ Because, for as much as he loathes Hux, it's good to have... something of an ally after months trapped in a city crawling with Resistance fighters. Finally. ]
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The only reason I would consent to die is to give you justification for killing the lot of them. Fortunately for them, I hate them a lot less than I like being alive.
[ He looks back to the comm, humour fading. ]
Don't die either. If you abandon me on this moon crawling with rebels I'll grab one of the necromancers out there and make them strangle your Force ghost.