[He hadn't realized his own transparency until that precise moment, attention snapping immediately to the General at his side like someone struck, fingers still held in midair near the edge of his own jaw. Swallows, stare dropping-- shifting in clear agitation-- with something akin to fear. His doubt should not be so evident - his inability to remain committed a secret held tight to his chest, even when the Supreme Leader questioned it.

Ren clears his throat, profile turning for the sake of returning to evaluating running systems. Their fuel levels.

Internally berating himself like a lash across his skin, this time barred with effort from the bond they share.] No.

[Denial, an agreement to stop, a means to cut short Hux's observations - it isn't clear. It hardly matters.] I only--

I only wondered if he might take pride in our efforts to extend the First Order's reach. To bring order where it might not otherwise exist.