The mask reminded Poe that this was not the Ben Solo he once knew. It was both impressive and intimidating. He understood its purpose, understood why Kylo was wearing it now. But he still longed to see that familiar face again. It made him feel like he was talking to an actual person.
He raised an eyebrow at Kylo. He would stay in Kylo’s quarters? That was a surprise. He was almost expecting to be locked away somewhere unpleasant where they kept prisoners.He wasn’t a prisoner though, not exactly. And he was sure it wouldn’t be too long before he was at home here among the First Order. He knew that Kylo meant his threats, and he nodded, letting him know that he understood that. He wasn’t going to do anything stupid. The stupid thing was staying with the Resistance for so long, clinging to a sinking ship, when it was obvious that true power was to be had in the First Order.
“Of course,” Poe agreed. He did as he was told, walking with Kylo as if he were a prisoner. He kept quiet and tried not to make much eye contact with anyone.
It was unsettling, to say the least. Walking around as if he were a prisoner, feeling uncertain about his future here, knowing he’d be tested and have to prove himself and that it would take time, knowing that he was completely depending on Kylo and his word. If Kylo changed his mind about this deal, if he got all the information from Poe that he wanted and decided they didn’t need him, then he could be killed off easily. But he believed that wouldn’t happen. He believed he was valuable to the First Order, not just because of the information he had acquired but also his skills as a pilot, and that Kylo was smart enough to see the value in him. Kylo was not stupid. And neither was Poe.
He looked around curiously as they entered Kylo’s quarters, not knowing what to expect. Then his gaze returned to Kylo, hoping he would remove his mask so that they may speak, alone together now. “Nice place you have here,” he said, trying to break the ice and shake off his nerves.
Part of him knew he was being foolish risking punishment for allowing Poe to defect, the First Order wasn't like the Resistance, they didn't accept those that tried to change sides but he would do what he had to in order to integrate Poe into the records as a training pilot. His sentiment had gotten the best of him, that spark of light and longing for companionship was a weakness he struggled to overcome - this was no different.
Thankfully very few people gave them any attention as he escorted Poe through the halls as his prisoner, most did their best to avoid looking at him at all, as though that alone would spark his temper and earn them trouble. For once he was thankful for that ever-persistent fear. Only once he was inside his quarters did he finally let his guard down, his door locked behind him to ensure no one would disturb him. Poe would be safe for the timebeing but a new problem became startlingly apparent; he'd not had regular social interactions in a long time, that fear of him others held kept them from speaking to him and only the knights offered any kind of companionship but they were on their own missions.
Slowly taking his helmet off, he huffed out a breath as he turned his back to the pilot, resting it on the desk against the wall. His room was very impersonal, standard quarters of the First Orders aside from the piles of rolled parchment and bottles of ink that sat on the desk.
❝-- You'll have something similar once I have you
put into the system. For now you can consider this
place as much yours as it is mine.❞
He remarked quietly, sitting himself at the desk before offering a seat on his bed to the pilot with a wave of his hand. Small talk certainly wasn't his forte but he did endeavor to make Poe feel comfortable as best he could, it would take time for both of them to adjust.
❝-- So I imagine you have questions, it would only
be reasonable for me to answer any questions you
have. If you have any questions about me, about
the order, you're welcome to ask.❞
