[Ren recoils in an instant, thrown by Hux's devotion to ignoring every conceivable conclusion worth reaching: his mind is a vice, his body-- his breathing-- locked tight in equal amounts; Ren can see it in how Hux's chest rises by the barest centimeters. A man on the verge of collapse. All the telltale glimpses of distress he'd known to look for when ripping information from traitors, spies-- dissenters and thieves. And in that moment, he forgets the argument he would have made. The plans required to move forward and carry on the Supreme Leader's charge without the crippling weakness of longing.
The once-General has already been compromised by it.]
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The once-General has already been compromised by it.]
You are never going back.