He knew that Ren was awake when he rescued him, but perhaps the memory was foggy to him. He was bleeding rather badly and he did just lose a fight against the Resistance. It would make sense. Well, as long as Ren knew now that he was going to live, it didn't matter.
"What exactly happened to you?" Hux was curious. Ren was strong, even if he was an arrogant pain in the ass. It was surprising to see him lying on the snow, all beaten up from a battle he lost. The question was who bested him and how.
Ren put a hand over his eyes again, not wanting to look at Hux as he admitted his failures. The fact that he was doing it at all was a sign of the drugs and exhaustion from losing so much blood.
"After I killed Han Solo," he said, his voice slightly louder but his tone no less sober, "I was shot. I saw the traitor and the girl and followed them to stop them from escaping. We fought."
He took a breath, trying to ignore the dull throb in his side. He at least managed to keep any emotions from rising to the surface as he spoke.
"They had a lightsaber. I took out FN-2187, but the girl got the better of me. She's already... so strong with the Force..."
FN-2187 and the girl with the Force powers. So, they were also responsible for the destruction of his base. He wasn't surprised, but it didn't stop the hatred he felt toward the two of them for destroying something that he spent years working on. Not to mention, all the troopers that lost their lives--
The only good thing was that he managed to destroy the senate and the Republic's fleet before they lost their greatest weapon. It was a major loss, but the Resistance was hit hard as well. Still, really thinking about Starkiller's destruction brought up emotions that he didn't want to deal with in front of Ren.
Hux ignored the cracks appearing on the floor and just continued to watch Ren with an impassive expression. "You killed the traitor?"
The knight wasn't paying much attention to anything but Hux's inquiries at the moment—it was just easier to let his brain filter out anything else for the moment. His exhaustion was becoming more evident with the slightly delayed answer and the gradually decreasing amount of energy he was putting into his words.
"I don't know. Possibly. I slashed him along the spine."
Ren was confident he'd at least be disabled for a time. It might not have meant much in the long run, but if they retaliated quickly, they could finish the conflict before the Resistance got anything more out of the former stormtrooper.
He could very well be alive, then. FN-2187 was like a cockroach that would only be squashed if Hux saw it himself or if he personally offed the traitor himself. Still, that injury would at least knock him out for a while. They just needed to keep pressing against the Resistance before FN-2187 leaked any more information to them.
The traitor's intel was probably a major factor contributing to the destruction of Starkiller Base. Therefore, it was his responsibility. Unfortunately, he couldn't do much about it right now while he was stuck in this planet.
"Rest." Hux eventually said, noticing how Ren sounded tired and almost weak with his last few sentences.
"We still need to discuss the situation," was Ren's response, though it was clear enough that he wasn't arguing as much as was his usual tendency. It was mostly only a habit, a part of the unwavering front he'd maintained in the Order for the past several years. Acquiescing so easily to orders from anyone other than Snoke wasn't something the mast of the Knights of Ren should be known for, he thought.
He wasn't going to argue he needed rest, however. He was just going to be a tiny bit stubborn about it.
"The situation isn't going to change during the few hours of your sleep." Hux was well-aware of the fact that they needed to discuss many things still, but even he could recognize that Ren needed to rest. His injuries from Starkiller Base haven't gotten the chance to really heal for one thing. This was probably the first time since his defeat that he was able to recover.
Besides, his exhaustion was obvious and Hux wouldn't put it past him to fall asleep during their conversation. He rather not have that happen. The general wanted him to be fully alert when they talked about all this.
The tired knight took a long breath before responding, although his reply was hardly louder than the breath.
"Fine."
With all his energy exhausted to the point he was having difficulty focusing his thoughts, there was no point to staying awake. He didn't move where he lay at all, but eventually, the very gradual relaxation in his shoulders and his even breathing showed that he'd fallen asleep.
let's be really immature and say this happens on 4/20
[han did his best to wriggle out of a harsh sentencing, but after throwing nearly everyone he knows under a giant bus with "ENFORCERS" on the side he still ended up with a month of jailtime. but at least they didn't take his amulet, right?
knowing that it'll be a while before he's free, he decides to send a mental...message? nudge? whatever, he talks mentally in ren's direction and just kind of hopes he'll answer, unlike the million other times he's tried the same thing.]
Ben. [oops there's a little too much tenderness there, reel it in buddy. this is why the novelty of telepathy wore off so quickly for him, he has a hard time keeping his emotions out of it.] Hey, uh, you got a minute?
[Ren has been making some last preparations, "roaming" the city (reassuring himself of the right paths to take), when he hears the message. His father has the worst timing.
He has to stop and find a quiet place to stand so he doesn't... end up drawing attention to himself somehow, because knowing Han Solo, he'll say something that will get a reaction out of Ren, and he'd really rather not start snowing on everyone or crack the middle of the street open.
Ren keeps the connection open until he leans against the wall of an alleyway, letting Han know he's listening even though he's silent for a few moments. When his voice does finally come through, it's flat, just short of mildly irritated.]
[oh great, he's in a good mood already. nevertheless han knows that if he hesitates too long ren will probably just shut him out, so he dives right in.]
I, uh, ran into a little trouble, everything's fine, I just won't be around for a while. Around, like...you know. Available. Except through these things.
[good job han that made so much sense! now to tack on the really important part.]
Also you should probably avoid...anyone you met that day you helped me out on the job.
[Hux had been unable to keep himself from bragging about Han's arrest, so it's no surprise that the man "won't be around" for a while. It hadn't been the biggest deal to Ren, because as his father pointed out, they'd still be able to communicate with the amulets. And aside from that, if Ren really needed to see him in person, that could be arranged.]
I've been made aware.
[There's a good amount of suspicion that comes through at the second statement, however. He should avoid those criminals? Ren knows Han has a knack for pissing off a great amount of people all at once, but Force knows the reasons behind it this time.]
Okay, first of all, I'm not--I mean, you know I'm not that kind of guy, but they were going lock me up for a year and I don't think I could handle that.
[what a great lead-in! his defensiveness is bleeding through already.]
Anyway, let's just say the Enforcers have made a big leap forward in the case since I was arrested and leave it there. I ain't gonna be able to show my face in the slums for the rest of my natural life, but whatever.
[and since ren is associated with him, if only vaguely, in those circles...it wasn't han's proudest moment but. a whole year in jail was so not happening.]
[That does make some sense. Why keep secrets for others who'll owe you nothing, when giving up those secrets could serve to help you? It's a very Han-Solo thing to do.
That explains that, Ren supposes. It's no real loss in his mind.]
You are actually capable of things other than smuggling, you know.
[Has the thought really not occurred to him? Perhaps Han was nothing but a scoundrel up until he was born. But now is as good a time to start as any—well, when he gets out of prison, anyway.]
[he's not sure what he expected the answer to be. honestly he's surprised that ren entertained the question at all.]
That don't sound too bad. Racin' and all.
[he has to wonder if that's the source of some of the conflict between them, though. it makes sense that ren wouldn't be impressed with the smuggling if he had always known han as some kind of businessman, right? his thoughts on the matter slip out without him really meaning them to, to his immediate chagrin.]
It must've been disappointing to meet me like this, though.
[see, that's just pathetic. stupid amulets, stupid telepathy, stupid feelings he gets while talking to his own kid.]
Edited (I LIKE WORDS BETTER THAN OTHER WORDS) 2016-05-04 01:18 (UTC)
[Ren's thoughts halt, and it's just for this sort of thing that he's stepped into a more private place. It's true that he's had negative impressions of his father for some time, but. He's been trying to keep them in mind without letting them affect how he interacts with Han, at least outwardly.]
No. Not... I mean.
[This is going terribly. What is he supposed to say to correct this situation? Feeling that sort of thing coming from his father is enough to make his own heart twist in his chest. Han can't see it, but Ren shakes his head and puts a hand over his face.]
Only that you... don't remember. But. Perhaps it's better you don't. [A pang of grief echoes through the words, but he manages to keep it only a vague feeling.]
C'mon, don't say that. Anybody would rather have, you know, the guy that knew them already.
[this is almost painfully awkward, but on the other hand he can't blame ren for wanting a different version of himself. that's natural, right? it's why there's this sad feeling permeating the conversation suddenly, right?]
I'm trying but I know I'm not-- [not the father he wants or needs, or maybe not a person worth wanting at all, at the moment. but he'll not let that much slip.] --I don't know. Sorry I brought it up.
[there's real regret there, too, for dragging ren down when he hadn't meant to. it feels like he isn't doing to great at the whole fatherhood thing, on top of the feeling that he messed something up the first time around, the time he hasn't experienced yet.]
[He doesn't... want to think about how his father might abandon him over what he'd done on Starkiller, or even just what he'd done to Luke's school. Ren knows he wouldn't be able to blame Han, but—]
Don't apologize. You're... I can't ask for you to be different.
[He's starting to come to accept that, as much as he wants the past to change. But he realizes that things were what they were, that nothing any of them did would have changed how Ren felt. He has to at least try to accept his past with his father, if just so he can move forward from his... death. Otherwise he'll never get any closure.
He wishes Supreme Leader was here to reassure him.]
[there's a bit of silence. the line's open, han's just...trying to figure out what to say. he can't guess at their shared history if ren doesn't want to share it, and he can't physically track ren down to lay a hand on his shoulder or something. he didn't feel particularly useless sitting in his cell until just now and he's not sure how to handle it. he wants to word things right, but turning it over and over in his mind is getting frustrating so in the end, after an extended silence, it's something somewhat muted but entirely honest that comes out.]
So there's somethin' between us. Don't change the fact that you're my kid.
[that's all there is to it, really. even if he got really, really angry at ren he would still be han's. no take-backs.]
[Ren doesn't even recognize the sudden chill that comes around the area he's in—he's too overwhelmed by his father's words to pay any attention to the outside world at all. He brings his hand over his face, closing his eyes against the sting of tears.
He can't even "voice" any words. Silent gratitude comes through the connection, sincere but pained, almost desperate. It's clear that that acceptance is something he's wanted, but it's also something he fears won't really hold if and when the truth is finally revealed. There's so much Han doesn't know.]
[han didn't really expect that level of emotion and suddenly finds himself with some uncomfortable thoughts. obviously either he's going to be a really shitty dad or what ren has apparently done is really awful. frankly at this point he's leaning toward the latter--he doesn't have a whole lot of confidence in his own dad abilities but he's pretty sure he would do his best to look after his own kid.
as han tries to work through this, finn's comment about ren being the type to stab him in the chest comes to mind and he pushes it to the back of his mind with aggressive speed. he's not going to even consider this when they're not talking face to face. he's just...not. even though it almost makes sense. because it almost makes sense.
a few minutes pass. han doesn't bother to hold his emotions back--surprise, a touch of fear, and then almost aggressive resolve. his mind is made up on this one and nobody's going to change it.]
Listen, Ben.
[telepathy is so weird. if he were talking out loud his voice would probably be hoarse by now from emotion, but through the amulet he's able to sound pretty normal. calm. he's pretty grateful for that, honestly.]
Come by and see me sometime, all right? It's, uh, pretty borin' in here already. An' if there's something bothering you I could help with--
[he cuts himself off, wondering if he's pushing too hard. well, the last thing he wants is for ren to suddenly shut him out, so he pushes forward anyway.]
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