[He knows. He must know, even as the words leave his lips how deeply they would pierce clean through Ren's armor: they share more than an agenda now - they share thoughts, fears-- a network of dreams and feverish, relentless needs. So it comes not as an assault, but a betrayal, and something in him shatters. Breaks. Not beautifully, violently, shrapnel through skin and for a moment Ren recoils, breathless as if struck.
It doesn't last.
Because his fingers tear roughly away from Hux's jawline, reeling upwards to backhand the General with an audible, devastating force. Once, twice-- again and again until at last he registers brilliant crimson streaked across pale skin alongside mud. Until his own nose bleeds and his vision swims, wracked with terrible pain.]
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It doesn't last.
Because his fingers tear roughly away from Hux's jawline, reeling upwards to backhand the General with an audible, devastating force. Once, twice-- again and again until at last he registers brilliant crimson streaked across pale skin alongside mud. Until his own nose bleeds and his vision swims, wracked with terrible pain.]