[Soaked through with rain and limned with that vivid red light, Ren says nothing. Instead he meets Karlon's threat with the fixed stare of a hungry predator: unblinking, unflinching and underscored by a mechanical drive to kill. That the Force adds to it— draws out his silhouette into something indescribably more gruesome— is entirely subconscious. Habit from years spent attempting to strike fear into the more resilient hearts that dared to defy the First Order.
no subject
Still, he stays. Watches. Waits]