His steps paused at the request and turning his head not completely around, but to the side with his chin over his shoulder, hair obscuring his face from view. After all the focus and time he'd been putting into Poe, helping him, fixing him. Cleansing the falsehoods the rebels had been feeding to him. That his own mother had been feeding to him.
All of that.. And he had almost been content letting his beautiful mind inside that pretty head just.. rot away without any enrichment... Maybe that was why his mother wasn't keen on letting him have a pet as a child.
His mouth, barely seen, looked like it may have parted as if to speak, but nothing but silence followed Poe's question. He couldn't just act as though he forgotten something like that. After all, in reality, Poe had been treated worse than typical prisoners of the First Order. After all this time, he'd been left alive still, for Ren. After all this time, finding himself staring into those familiar brown eyes felt like...some indescribably distorted longing...a scattered dream that's like a far off memory... And every time he tried to think about it longer, every time he tried to chase that feeling, those thoughts, he'd simply seem to drive himself mad, or make himself mad. It was hard to say if the two were mutually exclusive or not. Regardless, those outcomes were never good for the ship, or those who worked on it.
He had done far better keeping his temper aboard the Steadfast compared to the Finalizer,but he was in a completely different station of power, different goals now than before. Different help.
"- You're far too intelligent to let have access to just anything." His voice finally spoke up, turning enough to see the way the other was seeming to hide almost. The fact he needed to, the fact he did ask Ren for something had... warmed him inside.
"You'll need to familiarize yourself with my ships if you even want to think about flying again, and your reaction times will need to be retrained among other things." For a moment, he could see the pain the other had been in, wanting to brush off the request as if it were nothing and go about his day, send someone in to administer-- But the thought of someone else being so close to Poe while he was this delicate, this injured. He didn't trust it. He didn't trust Poe, and he didn't trust the people on this ship enough. Not until he knew Poe was his.
He didn't outright accept or deny Poe's request, simply leaving it at that before click of his boots on the floor could be heard as he left.
Snoke was no more to him. He was no longer supposed to be in his head, influencing him, spreading him lies and altering reality for him. He was dead. He had killed him. He had ensured that. There was peace that settled in him after that even. But not the kind of peace he had wished and wanted. Every action, every interaction, he still heard him, he felt him. His influence. Insistance it was all against him, that every action he made was wrong, because it wasn't what he said to. That he is, has been, and will continue to be alone. Especially now with what he's caused, how far he had taken things after usurping Snoke. Without something, someone able to hold him back on some form of leash, or at least calm him down, he often fell victim to his own emotions and broken mind, and it was only a matter of time before it inevitable showed within the Order.
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Poe had been left completely on his own in Ren's own quarters, amongst the myriad of belongings that seemed almsopt out of place for The First Order itself. No one had come to clean, nor to tend to anything with him as mentioned, nor did he return only a few hours later. For Poe had he the courage or curiosity, had near free range of the area. At least Poe had access to water and some rations if he really needed or dared. Though it wasn't until over half a days hours passed when the man may have found himself in the presence of another once again.
The door was open much faster and with much more force then the mechanics in the doors typically gave. There stoo Ren, far less put together than he should have been for a day that had seemed to have little going on. His hand pressed the frame of the doorway, the way he leaned against it, with his other with his arm out clear he had been the one to force it open the way it had.
"Poe-" Ren spoke loudly as he entered, panting loudly while out of breath as he looked around cautiously like he was expecting, or looking, for something. He was drenched in sweat and dirt, hair pushed back out of his face. A clear look at him showed he had been bruised and battered in some way. He looked and felt on edge and angered, nothing had been going well for him by the looks of it.
One clear look at him it was visible he stood there battered and bruised, his own with tears and what looked like was stains of dried blood. That part was difficult to tell whether it could have been his own or anothers, as any open wounds seemed to stop bleeding or have been tended to.
"You're here." He took a step in, breathing heavily still as he stepped in. "Here alone.. " He turned his head toward the door and motioned for it to close as multiple sets of footsteps down the halls were cut off. He winced slightly, gritting his teeth in a moment of pain. "What were you doing?" The way he spoke had sounded accusatory almost, as if Poe was in some sort of trouble with him. "You haven't seen anything? Anyone?"
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