There was an air of contempt in his voice, clearly implying that the rescue wasn't his idea but he still went through with it because of orders. Although, Hux could admit that the First Order needed all of its power and allies at this time, especially since Starkiller Base was destroyed. Rescuing Ren was probably a good move strategically, but that didn't mean Hux had to like it.
The only other positive thing about rescuing Ren was the fact that Snoke may not kill him when he returned with the Knight by his side.
The expression on his face didn't appear change, but there was a slight twitch to his lips and his eyelids fluttered for a moment. A few moments later, he let out a soft, "Oh."
His mind wasn't quite in the right state to connection the dots just yet—to come to the idea that Snoke had ordered said rescue and recognize how much Hux would rather leave him to die. So for the moment he simply allowed the hope of survival to warm him. Under the bed a few miniature white flowers began to break their way through the tile, a phenomenon that could have easily been missed.
He never heard Ren say anything in a soft manner before. It was always loud, usually with a tone of superiority that Hux hated with a passion. This wasn't even including the fact he was talking to Ren without his helmet on, which was a rare scenario in itself. Almost strange to hear him without that voice modulator distorting his words. Hm.
Luckily for Ren, he didn't notice the white flowers that bloomed under his bed. He would never live that down if Hux saw that.
"In case you don't remember, I found you in the snow and had you transported to a shuttle before the planet exploded." Hux eventually said, continuing on as if he didn't note the unusual reaction. It was for the sake of both of their sanity.
"I don't remember," he admitted in the same quiet voice. "I don't even recall hearing a shuttle approaching."
He'd thought that was it for him. Even if the girl had spared him for whatever strange reason, the Resistance was going to take his life anyway, via the planet's collapse. That was the conclusion he'd come to, before now. But perhaps he'd fallen unconscious when Hux came to retrieve him? It made enough sense to him—about as much as anything about this situation could make sense.
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.
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There was an air of contempt in his voice, clearly implying that the rescue wasn't his idea but he still went through with it because of orders. Although, Hux could admit that the First Order needed all of its power and allies at this time, especially since Starkiller Base was destroyed. Rescuing Ren was probably a good move strategically, but that didn't mean Hux had to like it.
The only other positive thing about rescuing Ren was the fact that Snoke may not kill him when he returned with the Knight by his side.
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His mind wasn't quite in the right state to connection the dots just yet—to come to the idea that Snoke had ordered said rescue and recognize how much Hux would rather leave him to die. So for the moment he simply allowed the hope of survival to warm him. Under the bed a few miniature white flowers began to break their way through the tile, a phenomenon that could have easily been missed.
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He never heard Ren say anything in a soft manner before. It was always loud, usually with a tone of superiority that Hux hated with a passion. This wasn't even including the fact he was talking to Ren without his helmet on, which was a rare scenario in itself. Almost strange to hear him without that voice modulator distorting his words. Hm.
Luckily for Ren, he didn't notice the white flowers that bloomed under his bed. He would never live that down if Hux saw that.
"In case you don't remember, I found you in the snow and had you transported to a shuttle before the planet exploded." Hux eventually said, continuing on as if he didn't note the unusual reaction. It was for the sake of both of their sanity.
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He'd thought that was it for him. Even if the girl had spared him for whatever strange reason, the Resistance was going to take his life anyway, via the planet's collapse. That was the conclusion he'd come to, before now. But perhaps he'd fallen unconscious when Hux came to retrieve him? It made enough sense to him—about as much as anything about this situation could make sense.
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"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.
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"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..."
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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?"
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"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.
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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.
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He wasn't going to argue he needed rest, however. He was just going to be a tiny bit stubborn about it.
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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.
"We will talk more later."
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"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.