[By comparison he feels...empty. Himself again, yes, still tied to the man at his side, but devoid of the vast network that had previously embedded itself beneath his skin - weightless and transparent and spent. It used to be easier.
Still, it's a victory for them, once minutes of silence pass, leaving them drifting unhindered across a sea of stars. The moon and its mother planet will be gone in but a few short hours, all evidence of its existence lost save for the cargo they carry somewhere beyond gunmetal black cockpit doors limned with light. It should be easy in theory to bask in it, to play the role he'd designed for himself under Snoke's guidance so many years ago: unflinching, proud, vicious and as clean as a the cauterized wounds left behind in the wake of his blade, and yet--
Perhaps it is the bond they share. Perhaps his commitment to false bravado is stunted by General Hux's objectivity, dampening the storm that would still otherwise stay knotted beneath his own ribs, he can't be sure. In the dim light of the ship's navigational systems, Ren turns, casting a wayward stare towards the officer at his side.
If it is true-- if what he feels is so affected by his broodmates-- then they wade through dangerous waters.]
Do you think the Supreme Leader senses it?
[Their fight against chaos, their existence in general beyond the baseline thrum of a heartbeat systems away.]
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Still, it's a victory for them, once minutes of silence pass, leaving them drifting unhindered across a sea of stars. The moon and its mother planet will be gone in but a few short hours, all evidence of its existence lost save for the cargo they carry somewhere beyond gunmetal black cockpit doors limned with light. It should be easy in theory to bask in it, to play the role he'd designed for himself under Snoke's guidance so many years ago: unflinching, proud, vicious and as clean as a the cauterized wounds left behind in the wake of his blade, and yet--
Perhaps it is the bond they share. Perhaps his commitment to false bravado is stunted by General Hux's objectivity, dampening the storm that would still otherwise stay knotted beneath his own ribs, he can't be sure. In the dim light of the ship's navigational systems, Ren turns, casting a wayward stare towards the officer at his side.
If it is true-- if what he feels is so affected by his broodmates-- then they wade through dangerous waters.]
Do you think the Supreme Leader senses it?
[Their fight against chaos, their existence in general beyond the baseline thrum of a heartbeat systems away.]