[ Communications are silent, but the bridge between him and Kylo Ren is still active. Beside him, he can almost feel the exhale, the sudden pressure lifting off his shoulders. Neither of them are drowning and the only air that surrounds them is the filtered kind, cycled in from the ship's systems.
Silence stretches, though in it, there's so much being said. For once, they've worked together. No words set to tear the other apart, nor to wrest command from him in some way. It feels, much to his chagrin, oddly peaceful. He'd remark on it, just to keep up a pretext, but it would be admitting his own actions.
Hux is nothing if not a prideful creature.
So instead, he pilots them steadily, gently veering off the course where the rest of the ships are headed. Soon, they can break the atmosphere and disappear. ]
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Silence stretches, though in it, there's so much being said. For once, they've worked together. No words set to tear the other apart, nor to wrest command from him in some way. It feels, much to his chagrin, oddly peaceful. He'd remark on it, just to keep up a pretext, but it would be admitting his own actions.
Hux is nothing if not a prideful creature.
So instead, he pilots them steadily, gently veering off the course where the rest of the ships are headed. Soon, they can break the atmosphere and disappear. ]