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[killthepast]

[ There's just a very terse: ]

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[killthepast]

[ Hux, you messy ho.

"That's not how the Force works"-- is what he almost types, except he could swear he can hear the voice of his own father saying that. No, no, instead he'll humor Hux, since he's curious and wasn't doing anything with his time, anyway: ]

Tell me the mission, and I'll consider.

[fhux]

immgoijg to kill james kirk

[killthepast]

[ Nnnnooootttt what he expected. ]

Because he chose Dameron over you?

[ And he can't help the curiosity that has him typing out the next message: ]

How would you do it?

[fhux]

he didnt choose him
he doesnt KNEO ME
damneron is a fetid LIAR

[ Someone is in a Big Mood. ]

peopel cant jusge yoh when theyre dead so he should die

[killthepast]

Of course he did. He made a choice.

He doesn't know you, because he doesn't want to know you. Not really. People like him only care for who they think you should be, not who you are.

[ The sad thing is, he's actually Trying. But this is KYLO "YOU'RE NOTHING" REN, so... ]

Killing him will probably be more trouble than it's worth.

[fhux]

shut up ren

[ How horrible that Ren is 300% right. Armitage has wasted so much money on alcohol tonight trying to make himself feel better, and yet. ]

he said he liked me before

[killthepast]

[ WOW RUDE, HE WAS TRYING TO HELP. ]

Then he liked an idea of you.

[ He hesitates, before sending a followup: ]

I know what it's like.

[fhux]

[ bah humbug, it's so unfair that Ren gets to be the level-headed one. ]

you can make things move with euour mIND of course everyoeb notices that first
hello im krlo ren ah yes i can flip that table for no good reaosn

[killthepast]

[ help he's trying not to laugh ]

Anyone can flip a table. You don't need the Force for that.

[ Why yes, Kylo's DELIBERATELY MISSING THE POINT. He's just tooling with you, because he's in a relatively, comparatively good mood. ]

He isn't worth the upset.

[fhux]

[ After five minutes or so, he sends, ]

generals dnt get ipset

[killthepast]

Then what are you?

[ Which he either means in the "HOW ARE YOU FEELING?" way, or in a broader, Force-mystic, existential mumbo jumbo way. ]

[fhux]

[ That's too deep a question after six gin and tonics and however many cocktails. He squints at his comm, cheek on the sleeve of an arm on the bar upon which Hux is slumped. What is he, if he's not a general ... ? ]

your soldier

[killthepast]

Mine?

[ A surprising response. He'd expected 'a soldier,' perhaps. Texting, without the Force to fall back on for added insight, can be such a frustrating way to communicate. ]

[fhux]

[ Why is Ren so slow on the uptake? Always. ]

I have worth to you
don't I

[killthepast]

Yes. You do.

[ Just leaving at that seems cold, though, and incomplete. But it takes him a few minutes to compose the rest. ]

For what it's worth, I'm glad you're here.

[ Words he never would have expected to say before. But he does mean it. Stars help him, he's come to enjoy Hux's company. ]

[fhux]

[ Temple on the white sleeve of his jacket, he types one handed while staring somewhat blankly at his phone. The truth has a sobering effect on his typing, peering intensely as he is. ]

if you leave theyll kill me

[killthepast]

I have no intention of leaving.

[ He considers the message he sent, and as before, he finds it lacking. Again, his words are incomplete, only saying half of what he's thinking. ]

You're stronger than you know. Resourceful. A survivor. Even if I left, they wouldn't be able to kill you.

[fhux]

[ Four shots and ten minutes later, ]

i wiudlndo it beforenrhey had the chance

i can build war