Anger filters through veins like fire in a tube. He cannot stop it from taking over and despite the simple fact that Ben Solo was still awake instead of lost to slumber like the last time Kylo had been in control, It was Kylo Ren that walked these halls. That carried their feet forward. That let the anger course through him like a raging sea in a storm that never quilled it's rage. Kylo had the reins and Ben had to simply sit back and allow it. He was not allowed to make the decisions and despite the sick and twisted smirk Kylo has hidden under the helmet that hides his features, Ben is in agreement with what Kylo has floating in his head. They were going to make the others pay for what had happened with Padme. One by one they would suffer at his hands but Aiya would be last. Kylo would make sure of that. They would be last and longest. There would be no mercy for someone in their former ranks or in their apprenticeship of a relation. Kylo would not show that the same way he had done to Rey when he offered his hand for them. This was different and Kylo would make sure that all of their blood was on his hands and he would make it public. The galaxy had a right to now who tortured Padme but that their enemy was no longer him unless he chose that path again.
Upon seeing Hux standing there at the controls, Kylo's chin tilted upward, the smirk growing ever so slightly in a more sinister twist under his helmet. It wasn't hard to make those few that stood at their post still leave them, the room simply becoming theirs and theirs alone. And Kylo had debated breaking the silence with words but instead, he simply raised his right gloved hand, fingers curling slightly as the Force bends to his will, cutting the air slightly to Hux's lungs before he tosses the other carelessly against the furthest wall before making his way slowly toward Hux, hand dropping to his side. "I must admit," He begins, hands rising to press the button under his helmet, the air releasing in a hiss before the mouth lifts up, and Kylo shifts, lifting and removing the helmet with ease, setting it upon the top of a panel before continuing his walk to Hux. "I have been waiting to do that for quite a long time." His voice is even, but the sinister smirk was still planted firmly upon his features. "Now then." Another raise of his gloved right hand and he lifts Hux from the ground, pinning him to the wall. "Shall I torture you or give you a chance to speak?"