[ Klaus sees that twitch of his hands, and his heart almost wrenches in two. He's torn- so torn- because he's seen underneath the armor. He's seen the different person that Hux could be here.
But how much regret, how much work, how much atonement could one do to make up for thousands, millions, billions of innocent lives- erased from the galaxy?
His hands stay firm. Curled into his knees. And he exhales slowly. ]
... Alright.
[ He stands. Wanting to pace and wanting a smoke and wanting a drink or something stronger to steady the swirling in his head. ]
Alright, thanks for telling me this.
[ He can't look at him. Not now. Not while the question is still on his mind. ]
... I need some time. To process this.
[ Vanya had destroyed the world, and each and every one of the siblings had that blood on their hands. Each and every one of them- except Ben, perhaps- responsible in a way for contributing to her collpase, and the firey apocalypse that had been brought down on their heads.
They hadn't intended for it. It wasn't a press of a button at the behest of someone else's orders. It wasn't an act of war. But it was still blood on their hands.
They had a chance to fix it. But Hux didn't. Was his regret enough? Was there any way he could atone for this? To be the person Klaus had seen in those glimpses, under the armor, away from this nightmare called the First Order? ]
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But how much regret, how much work, how much atonement could one do to make up for thousands, millions, billions of innocent lives- erased from the galaxy?
His hands stay firm. Curled into his knees. And he exhales slowly. ]
... Alright.
[ He stands. Wanting to pace and wanting a smoke and wanting a drink or something stronger to steady the swirling in his head. ]
Alright, thanks for telling me this.
[ He can't look at him. Not now. Not while the question is still on his mind. ]
... I need some time. To process this.
[ Vanya had destroyed the world, and each and every one of the siblings had that blood on their hands. Each and every one of them- except Ben, perhaps- responsible in a way for contributing to her collpase, and the firey apocalypse that had been brought down on their heads.
They hadn't intended for it. It wasn't a press of a button at the behest of someone else's orders. It wasn't an act of war. But it was still blood on their hands.
They had a chance to fix it. But Hux didn't.
Was his regret enough?
Was there any way he could atone for this?
To be the person Klaus had seen in those glimpses, under the armor, away from this nightmare called the First Order? ]
... Just. Give me a few days.