[ He hates this man, this nothing of a rebel, putting to words everything he knows already about his status here. Of course, it's only temporary: he'll either find his way off his rock, or he'll rise in the ranks. What he won't do is languish like some bottom-feeder. And what he should do, right here and now, is rise above and walk away with his dignity intact.
But, even still, the knowledge that this is but a transitional circumstance can't keep his anger at bay in this moment. If asked, Ren would claim his fury as a strength, but there's a part of himself (small, quiet, but still present) that knows what it truly is: weakness. And it's one that he gives into when, with a snarl, he whips his hand out to yank Dameron's blaster and shatter it against the nearest wall.
When given the choice to walk away or throw a giant baby tantrum, he goes for the latter. AND NOW HE'LL TURN ON HIS HEEL AND STALK OFF. ]
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But, even still, the knowledge that this is but a transitional circumstance can't keep his anger at bay in this moment. If asked, Ren would claim his fury as a strength, but there's a part of himself (small, quiet, but still present) that knows what it truly is: weakness. And it's one that he gives into when, with a snarl, he whips his hand out to yank Dameron's blaster and shatter it against the nearest wall.
When given the choice to walk away or throw a giant baby tantrum, he goes for the latter. AND NOW HE'LL TURN ON HIS HEEL AND STALK OFF. ]