[He growls through his teeth at the sensation of rending cloth and skin, not so much as blinking— not even flicking the line of his stare away from Karlon's quickly scurrying silhouette— far beyond the point of caring how his compatriots attempt to reach out for him. The deal has soured, the only person that was willing to do business with them turned to violence: if he fails to secure Karlon and leash him to their cause, there's no telling how much damage might be done in the days to come.
And yet it's Hux's voice that stops him cold, skidding to a buckling, hateful halt at the edge of the Promenade.
Ren sees it as if it were projected in slow-motion, the way his target draws farther and farther away with every step. Knows the pull of his own conflict, tearing at the bones in his chest, echoing the torment he's weathered throughout the entirety of his long life. He feels full to bursting with rage and white-hot nausea, and as Karlon clambers over the ledge, Ren snaps, lashing out with a violent Force push that cuts through the air like a shockwave.]
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And yet it's Hux's voice that stops him cold, skidding to a buckling, hateful halt at the edge of the Promenade.
Ren sees it as if it were projected in slow-motion, the way his target draws farther and farther away with every step. Knows the pull of his own conflict, tearing at the bones in his chest, echoing the torment he's weathered throughout the entirety of his long life. He feels full to bursting with rage and white-hot nausea, and as Karlon clambers over the ledge, Ren snaps, lashing out with a violent Force push that cuts through the air like a shockwave.]