[He feels Hux's stare before he so much as flicks a glance upwards away from the tediousness of the task at hand. This is the work of the unscrupulous, the low and corrupt, the starving and desperate, of which he is not.
Still, were he more opportunistic rather than the tool he was bred to be, he might realize there was something to be learned from the scavenger girl.
Instead his feet carry him forward, past the set of Hux's shoulder without a single word, attention focused on the gritty surroundings before them with every intention of playing the part of the hound— to lead the chase and sniff out the echo of anything useful through the Force, despite its dullness. After a beat, Ren responds, his voice a clear beacon in Steve's mind.]
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Still, were he more opportunistic rather than the tool he was bred to be, he might realize there was something to be learned from the scavenger girl.
Instead his feet carry him forward, past the set of Hux's shoulder without a single word, attention focused on the gritty surroundings before them with every intention of playing the part of the hound— to lead the chase and sniff out the echo of anything useful through the Force, despite its dullness. After a beat, Ren responds, his voice a clear beacon in Steve's mind.]
(Nothing. This place is long forgotten.)