[The scent of ozone suddenly fills the air as Ren tenses, his hands curling into fists over his knees. All humor and any semblance of a good mood vanishes without a trace.
How dare he. How dare Dameron bring that up, that issue he'd clearly seen was sensitive to the knight. And then to punctuate it with that statement—it's too much. Ren rises to his full height, seething and trembling with rage.]
You—hypocrite. [His eyes bore into the pilot's, only the barest hint of pain hidden within the hatred and anger there. He lets out a shaky breath between his bared teeth.]
You don't get to say that to me. You don't get to dismiss me when you've ignored every single one of my attempts to get you to stop prying where you're not welcome.
[The glass of the back door cracks, a faint rumble becoming audible as Ren's thoughts turn even darker.]
If it weren't for all of you... For you and the traitor... [Han wouldn't have gotten involved. Kylo wouldn't have been driven to kill him. Han could have simply remained a smuggler elsewhere in the galaxy, perhaps unhappy, but alive.]
[He must have struck pretty well on a spot that Kylo Ren didn't want. Poe knew that it would burn. Because he too knew that Han would most likely be dead by the time he came back home. It made the most sense. Han was alive when they went to Starkiller base. He knew that much. He knew it had to have happened on Starkiller base. But he didn't know anything beyond it blowing up. The pilot stayed behind to see the Falcon take away but when he thought he went back, this is where he went instead.
There was no fear and he stood his ground looking up at Kylo Ren's full height. His own stance gets tense as he listens to the other. The pain and anger were truly there. Something must have happened. But no matter what he said the other wouldn't give in. The glass door cracking makes him grow a little uneasy. A shiver as if being cold runs down his spine.
He raises a hand up with a finger, his other hand goes on his hip. The moment his mouth opens that's when something else forms around him. A crystal substance encases him in just seconds. Poe seemed fine just a moment ago... but Kylo Ren now had a crystalized best pilot in his living room. Whatever Poe had to say... well... it wasn't going to get said now.]
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How dare he. How dare Dameron bring that up, that issue he'd clearly seen was sensitive to the knight. And then to punctuate it with that statement—it's too much. Ren rises to his full height, seething and trembling with rage.]
You—hypocrite. [His eyes bore into the pilot's, only the barest hint of pain hidden within the hatred and anger there. He lets out a shaky breath between his bared teeth.]
You don't get to say that to me. You don't get to dismiss me when you've ignored every single one of my attempts to get you to stop prying where you're not welcome.
[The glass of the back door cracks, a faint rumble becoming audible as Ren's thoughts turn even darker.]
If it weren't for all of you... For you and the traitor... [Han wouldn't have gotten involved. Kylo wouldn't have been driven to kill him. Han could have simply remained a smuggler elsewhere in the galaxy, perhaps unhappy, but alive.]
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There was no fear and he stood his ground looking up at Kylo Ren's full height. His own stance gets tense as he listens to the other. The pain and anger were truly there. Something must have happened. But no matter what he said the other wouldn't give in. The glass door cracking makes him grow a little uneasy. A shiver as if being cold runs down his spine.
He raises a hand up with a finger, his other hand goes on his hip. The moment his mouth opens that's when something else forms around him. A crystal substance encases him in just seconds. Poe seemed fine just a moment ago... but Kylo Ren now had a crystalized
bestpilot in his living room. Whatever Poe had to say... well... it wasn't going to get said now.]