[ His weight is oppressive. Centered, balanced. Hux hates him more than anything in the current moment, can feel his anger curling on his tongue and heating his chest. He's pressed more insistently against the ground and he can feel the wet earth soaking into his clothes.

Ren leans further into his space and he keeps his gaze locked onto him, expression tight. ]

The only weakness I see here is how easily you lost control over yourself.

[ How he'd lashed out like a wild animal, thoughtless. ]

It's a wonder that Snoke and Cathaway saw anything of worth.