[ Klaus is quiet as he listens to the story of this galaxy far far away. This New Republic and this Empire, and how a peace treaty was broken. Two wars that tore apart the world.
There's a small part of him that knows that this is just one side. That there is- almost always- another. But it's important to Hux- this is the truth as he sees it, and he holds that hope that the next words that are coming from his mouth are something he is prepared for.
He doubts it. The small whispers, like anxiety, rising in the back of his head no matter how much he tries to block Hux out. Blame it on contact or proximity, but as he holds Hux's hand, he gives it a sympathetic squeeze. ]
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There's a small part of him that knows that this is just one side. That there is- almost always- another. But it's important to Hux- this is the truth as he sees it, and he holds that hope that the next words that are coming from his mouth are something he is prepared for.
He doubts it. The small whispers, like anxiety, rising in the back of his head no matter how much he tries to block Hux out. Blame it on contact or proximity, but as he holds Hux's hand, he gives it a sympathetic squeeze. ]
... So what did you do?