[Which is the point where Ren's boot— dirtied with a tacky mess of wetted mud— finds the dead center of Hux's chest, shoving him backwards over his own heels to the ground. Against a darkened sky, his features are shadowed, twisted in a frigid, menacing grimace; as there is no one present to bring Hux to heel, so is there no one to do the same for Kylo Ren.
A point he makes when he bears down.] I grow weary of your insolence, Hux.
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A point he makes when he bears down.] I grow weary of your insolence, Hux.