Threads of Silver

Quadrant

Kylo's POV

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Kylo sat stiffly on the edge of a med cot, in a private room. A medical droid carefully tended to the remainder of his wounds, little surgical instruments busied with dressing on the wound on his face. It was the last injury to be addressed, and he shifted, feeling the taut bandage around his torso and upper shoulder. It was smothering.

His teeth had been set in a firm grit since the moment he walked- well, stormed in. 

Your voice was a bitter echo in his mind- 'Ben, please.'  His hand twitched on his leg, wanting to take out his frustration. 

How dare you. 

Before he could dwell on it any further, the door slid open. 

Great. 

Hux stood, nearly tongue in cheek, eyes drinking in Kylo in his wounded state. He was nearly gleaming at the sure-to-scar gash along his pale face. 

"Well-" He chided before striding in, arms behind his back.

"I don't want to hear it." Kylo spit, not bothering to look at the smug redhead, although his thoughts were loud enough. Kylo made it a rule to only deal with Hux when absolutely necessary- and unfortunately that had been more often than not, lately. 

"Oh, don't be dramatic, Ren." He scoffed, pushing his luck as he strode closer to the machinery, tapping lightly on a monitor. "This is exactly what you get for heading into battle blindsided by-"

"Yes, thank you." Kylo grumbled sarcastically, cutting the general off. He pushed the med droid away from his face just as it finished its task, wounds still sore but he bit back a grimace. Hux didn't deserve the satisfaction. 

The redhead scoffed, hands still clasped behind his back. He looked just as insufferable as ever- sharp features and pristine uniform, it was almost nauseating. And now it was even worse, doting the tongue-in-cheek expression as he drank in Kylo's wounded pride. 

"And have you made a decision?" 

"On what." Kylo didn't bother to look up. 

"The girl's execution." 

At this, Kylo's eyes flicked up. 

"Have you set a date?" Hux's affect was flat, watching Kylo. Trying to read him. Interestingly enough- even though Hux's thoughts were often loud to Kylo, he had learned the skill of quieting them around the Commander. Probably in his best interest. 

And he was doing it now. 

"No." Kylo responded flatly, itching to leave Hux's presence. He had half a mind to leave-

"Commander, it would be wise not to get... distracted." 

"There is no distraction, General." At this, Kylo stood, turning to face Hux directly. The General didn't react, except for an exhale, before he spoke again. 

"I sense hesitation, Ren? " The General pushed knowingly, lips in a thin line. He shifted slightly, challenging. 

"There is no hesitation." Kylo snapped quickly, standing to face Hux directly, now. Even though his injuries were still sore and aching, he could barely feel them as his heart began to pound. He did not appreciate the snide remarks, and his patience was wearing thin. 

"Supreme Leader would be disappointed to know there is yet to be a date set to-"

"The Supreme Leader would be more disappointed with his General's lapse of judgement."