[ Blood was on his own hands. Maybe not as much as his siblings, and certainly not as much as on Hux's, but he knows the principle. Sacrifice one, save many. Hux... Hux wanted to stop a war before it started. But he'd done so in a way that's horrifying.
Civilians. Whole planets wiped out.
Gone.
He slowly sinks back into the sofa, staring at Hux as if he's looking at a stranger, because he is. He can't fathom this. The man who he'd stolen gentle kisses with, who had made him smile, who had given him space and comfort when he needed to mourn. The man who seemed so... cold, yes, when his armor was on. Perhaps intimidating. But not.
Not wipe out planets with the touch of a button. ]
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Hux... Hux wanted to stop a war before it started. But he'd done so in a way that's horrifying.
Civilians. Whole planets wiped out.
Gone.
He slowly sinks back into the sofa, staring at Hux as if he's looking at a stranger, because he is. He can't fathom this. The man who he'd stolen gentle kisses with, who had made him smile, who had given him space and comfort when he needed to mourn. The man who seemed so... cold, yes, when his armor was on. Perhaps intimidating. But not.
Not wipe out planets with the touch of a button. ]
... Do you regret it? Killing all those people?