[ Her indignation rockets up, overfilling her own mind and spilling into his. Hux has to inhale and then exhale as the headache rolls through his head with a painful sharpness. As much as he wants to tell her to calm down or at the very least get some control, he can't even do that for himself. So there's no point, is there?

Indignation turns into horror and subconsciously, there's reminders that those feelings are not his. Not at all. He doesn't feel the same way about Tarkin or Palpatine. ]

The Jedi order was not left with much choice. [ This part is tricky to convey– after all, she's already taking this very hard. Why is he hesitating? Truth is truth. This is all history to him. ]

There was an event; it's still a tactic that is reviewed and spoken about in academies.

[ Order 66. Infamous in every corner of the galaxy, whether one was affiliated with the New Republic or the Empire turned First Order. ]