Jan 3, 2020
"I know you cry yourself to sleep."
Hux blinks, eyes bleary with lack of sleep and struggling slightly to bring Ren’s mask into focus. He knows, intrinsically, that Ren must know all the goings-on of the ship. Every dirty, disgusting detail about every member of his crew laid bare before this -- was he even a man, if he had such a power? Or was he something more? That was a thought for another day, perhaps one when Ren wasn’t standing before him. “That’s a bit rich, coming from you,” he snipes back, only because catching Ren in an argument is infinitely preferable to admitting that Ren isn’t precisely wrong. “Now, Supreme Leader, if you’ll excuse me -- some of us have work to do.”