[ He can't help but stare as he slowly sinks into a chair across from Hux. He feels like a nuclear bomb has gone off under his feet. Like the man across from him is a stranger. Shellshocked, he sips an empty glass, shakes his head, and puts it aside.
Slowly, he drags his hands down his face. Stares into a spot in the floor between his feet as he tries to understand just what to say. Just how to react.
Five planets. Destroyed without warning. Without mercy.
If Hux is telling the truth, it could have prevented more war. More deaths on the front lines. And he certainly knew enough of war, had seen enough death to know that what it was like to want to avoid it. But at the same time-
He pictures Vanya. Tiny, timid Vanya. Her eyes glowing white, her suit, her violin like the purest light. Raising each note like a crescendo, until a gunshot had pierced the air and it all went to hell. The moon falling to pieces.
There had been no warning. And they were all to blame.
But it had been- They had a second chance. A way to turn back the clock, thanks to Five. To make sure it didn't happen again. The guilt, the anguish, the anger over it was still something to process. Did Hux have that?
Was Hux sorry for what he'd done? ]
... You didn't even try? To prevent what happened?
[ They had tried. They had failed, miserably. They had let Vanya down. And the world had paid the price. ]
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[ He can't help but stare as he slowly sinks into a chair across from Hux. He feels like a nuclear bomb has gone off under his feet. Like the man across from him is a stranger. Shellshocked, he sips an empty glass, shakes his head, and puts it aside.
Slowly, he drags his hands down his face. Stares into a spot in the floor between his feet as he tries to understand just what to say. Just how to react.
Five planets. Destroyed without warning. Without mercy.
If Hux is telling the truth, it could have prevented more war. More deaths on the front lines. And he certainly knew enough of war, had seen enough death to know that what it was like to want to avoid it. But at the same time-
He pictures Vanya. Tiny, timid Vanya. Her eyes glowing white, her suit, her violin like the purest light. Raising each note like a crescendo, until a gunshot had pierced the air and it all went to hell. The moon falling to pieces.
There had been no warning. And they were all to blame.
But it had been- They had a second chance. A way to turn back the clock, thanks to Five. To make sure it didn't happen again. The guilt, the anguish, the anger over it was still something to process. Did Hux have that?
Was Hux sorry for what he'd done? ]
... You didn't even try? To prevent what happened?
[ They had tried. They had failed, miserably. They had let Vanya down. And the world had paid the price. ]