He eyes the glass wearily but drinks nonetheless. Minutes later, he doesn’t even remember the taste. Just a faint burning in his throat, reminding him that there’s still one thing he has to do; that this tale of destruction is not yet complete. He closes his eyes one last time, faces the pale darkness behind his eyelids and thinks with the least bit contempt he can manage: This is how it’s supposed to be, yeah?
The starlight is so strangely quiet these days. Almost comfortable, like an old friend waiting for you to finally start a conversation. So he does. There is no letter because there’s nothing he hasn’t said yet and there’s nothing else to say. Actions must speak for themselves, he’s learned, he’s learning.
(This is the only thing I could come up with. Sorry.)
Hux: need another drink. this is the easiest way
He eyes the glass wearily but drinks nonetheless. Minutes later, he doesn’t even remember the taste. Just a faint burning in his throat, reminding him that there’s still one thing he has to do; that this tale of destruction is not yet complete. He closes his eyes one last time, faces the pale darkness behind his eyelids and thinks with the least bit contempt he can manage: This is how it’s supposed to be, yeah?
The starlight is so strangely quiet these days. Almost comfortable, like an old friend waiting for you to finally start a conversation. So he does. There is no letter because there’s nothing he hasn’t said yet and there’s nothing else to say. Actions must speak for themselves, he’s learned, he’s learning.
(This is the only thing I could come up with. Sorry.)