[ 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? ]
[Hux stayed where he was as Klaus stood up. Ren leaving him had heart but nothing like watching Klaus pull away from him like this, not looking at him.
But he knew it would happen. It would have happened eventually. Maybe this was his punishment- he had found something, someone who made him feel human, who believed the best of him only for it to fall apart because of what he had done in the past.
He nodded, taking a deep breath once more. He wasn't going to fall apart, at least not in front of Klaus.]
Alright.
[While Klaus hadn't called him a monster, Hux had seen the expression in his face and now Klaus was refusing to look at him. He fully expected that this would be the last time that he would see him again. He couldn't ask Klaus to stay so he stayed where he was, with his hands clenched in his lap firmly.]
Take your time.
[His voice was quiet but he looked away again, not wanting to see Klaus's expression as he left.]
[ Klaus looks up one last time, and he wants to promise him that it'll be okay. That he'll be back. That this man- this man who's been so good to him, who's helped him stay clean, who's held his hand when the nightmares were bad- was worth his time and attention and affection.
But Five planets. Fifteen billion people.
Did Oppenheimer regret the atomic bomb? Did he regret how many people it killed? What had he done to try and scrub the blood off his hands?
What had Hux done? ]
... I'll, uh. Give you a call. Soon.
[ He awkwardly clears his throat, and shoves his hands in his pockets. Heading out the door without another word. ]
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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.
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But he knew it would happen. It would have happened eventually. Maybe this was his punishment- he had found something, someone who made him feel human, who believed the best of him only for it to fall apart because of what he had done in the past.
He nodded, taking a deep breath once more. He wasn't going to fall apart, at least not in front of Klaus.]
Alright.
[While Klaus hadn't called him a monster, Hux had seen the expression in his face and now Klaus was refusing to look at him. He fully expected that this would be the last time that he would see him again. He couldn't ask Klaus to stay so he stayed where he was, with his hands clenched in his lap firmly.]
Take your time.
[His voice was quiet but he looked away again, not wanting to see Klaus's expression as he left.]
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But Five planets. Fifteen billion people.
Did Oppenheimer regret the atomic bomb? Did he regret how many people it killed?
What had he done to try and scrub the blood off his hands?
What had Hux done? ]
... I'll, uh. Give you a call. Soon.
[ He awkwardly clears his throat, and shoves his hands in his pockets. Heading out the door without another word. ]