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[Cycle 19:]
“I won’t let you hurt her.” Ex-trooper FN-2187 told Hux, armed with a Resistance blaster. There was strangely little hatred in his eyes, simply determination and such a misplaced bravery it made Hux want to vomit. The girl was behind him, unconscious in the torture chair, barely breathing after the vengeful treatment he had inflicted on her. It did not matter. He had suffered too, repeatedly. Their pain was nothing because they were nothing, simply options he had met before and discarded, killed, erased from time. Yet the cards were against him this cycle. Again.
“I already did, you traitor.” He spat.
“My name,” the option said, “is Finn.”
Hux raised his blaster.
It was in this cycle he found out that the man who called himself Finn was much faster than him.

*
[Cycle 625:]
“What do you want?” Kylo asks, suddenly wary. Hux had seemed fine yesterday, displaying his usual slimy disgusting self. Here he seemed like a different man. Weary when he should be watching his pet project with excitement, commanding the latest troops and making speech, drinking with the officers and above all, mocking Kylo every chance he has. Right now, analyzing Hux’s expression behind the safety of his mask, Kylo is reminded of Skywalker. It irritates him to no end, the looks of understanding, sympathy, of pretended wisdom. Men who conceal their weakness with kindness. Their fear with pity. Their hatred, with love.
“Can you keep a secret, Ren?”
Kylo is taken aback for the second time in a minute, but decides to take the question like the insult it probably is:
“Are you accusing me of treachery? A new low.”
Hux sighs.
“No matter what I do or say you always take things the wrong way. It must be the will of the Force that you’re so stupid.”
Kylo had left the bridge to avoid lies and he had not gone to the control unit to get his daily ration of insults. He’s not above threats.
“Careful, General. Incidents can happen on a ship so big. It would be terrible if your loyal troops found you had slipped and repeatedly hit your head on the console.”
And then, the most unexpected reply, almost automatic, as if Hux had heard all this before and was simply rehearsing a play:
“Is that what happened to the men who attacked you? Did Ben Solo make them "slip"?”
Kylo freezes. Suddenly, he can’t breathe. Images, fragments of nightmares and memories flash before him. Guilt and shame shackle his thoughts, but above all he feels like he has never felt before a pure hatred for Hux – Hux, the last man who should know about his past, about Ben Solo’s failures. He raises his hand and lifts the man, barely able to control his power and avoid choking him to death before he can beg for mercy. Yet the other doesn't react, though he must be in pain, he /must be/:
“Y-you can’t - solve your problems by killing everyone, Ren.” Hux wheezes.
“You know NOTHING of my problems!”
“I do. I’ve seen them.”
Kylo releases him in shock when he senses the truth in Hux. Is the general skilled with the Force? And as if Hux could indeed read his mind, he replies:
“No, I’m not force-sensitive. I couldn’t even move a feather if I tried. But I know what you think because you told me before, in other lives. That, you idiot, is the secret you must keep.”

*

[Cycle 302:]
Hux decided to start this particular cycle in bed. He had travelled to the best week of his life: a holiday spent alone in his parents’ third house when he was twenty-two, without servants or droids, without anyone but himself and plans for the future. Perhaps here of all places he would find a solution. Begging the Supreme Leader had been useless, befriending Ren had been foolish, and attempting to kill them both had resulted in such an amount of pain and blood he had only tried it three times, a hundred cycles ago. He feared that all this meant that this particular death was to be his true death, the last fixed point he would ever encounter. Kylo’s hatred was also fixed, he was sure of it. A hatred that led to the death of Starkiller, and his own. The master of the knights of Ren was as unmanageable as he was predictable. What was to be done with him?

*
He found the solution only a hundred cycles later.
*

[Cycle 625:]
Hux explains. He explains for what feels like hours. He tells Kylo how many times he has travelled here and how many times he has nearly died at the hands of their beloved and wise leader, and how many times he witnessed the destruction of a weapon that is not even half-built yet. He tells Kylo that he lives in cycles until everything he does is perfect, until he himself is perfect, though fixed points can never be changed, and failures can never be forgotten. He tells, and tells, until he pauses to drink some water he has brought “-for the occasion. I knew you were going to strangle me.”.
Hux is insane.
And Kylo is listening to him.

*
“Who's the more foolish, the fool or the fool who follows him?” His old master had said once. Ben had laughed at that.
*

[Cycle 625]
“The truth is,” Hux continues, “I can’t change you. I can’t make you go back to the light. In all your lives I’ve been nothing but a fixed point in time, a black hole driving you deeper into the dark. You, Ben Solo, have to do it yourself.”
Kylo removes his helmet. He has to show Hux that Ben is dead. That beneath the mask there is nothing to find that should –can- be redeemed.
“There’s nothing to be fixed.” He says, but it sounds like a plea.
“No. Not without my help.” Hux steps closer, and Kylo doesn’t step back, though he wants to flee so badly. He’s torn apart.
“Take my hands and close your eyes. We’re going on a trip.”
Kylo’s eyes are so very bright as he looks at Hux and the possibilities offered. He grasps Hux’s hands.
“Where?”
“Your redemption.”
And for the first time in years, Kylo believes.

*
Together, they travel.
*

[The Past]
Kylo Ren was Ben again. Mask-less, dressed in beige and grey, grass stains on his shoes and shorter hair that didn’t quite hide his ears. He was in pain too, but a mild, purely physical one: from the training of his childhood, or perhaps today, as he suddenly remembered, from running through the fields with his friends till they couldn’t breathe. Tears fell from his cheeks as he looked at Hux. They were still holding hands, just as Hux had instructed years after. He too, was so terribly young, wearing a luxurious uniform, too big for him. Twin suns blazing in the afternoon made his hair look like fire, and Kylo thought it was beautiful, a single patch of orange in a field of green grass and grey flowers. An anomaly in time.
“Do you know where you are?” asked Hux.
He managed to nod, then nodded again, grasping the reality of the situation and memories he thought he had erased. More tears came.
“I used – I run here. I run when I’m happy and training is over. I’m walking with Uncle Luke. He tells me stories about my father because my father is too far away to tell them himself. I’m /home/. How - why – I hate you less, here. Now.” He swallows, and adds in a small voice:
“I don’t understand.”
Hux smiled again.
“You don’t hate me because you don’t know me yet.”

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Since this is my first fic: writing is hard and I hate it, but I will finish this. Somehow.

This is astonishing for a first fic, anon! And you're writing so quickly too, don't feel like you have finish it all in one day, but I get it if you're In The Zone.

“You don’t hate me because you don’t know me yet.”

Oof! Right in my heart. I like how the transition from Torturer Hux to Redeemer Hux took over 600 tries to get right, with a lot of blood and pain along the way. I live for the implied struggle!

If I had to suggest anything it would be to add a line break between every paragraph in each cycle section for easier reading. White space is helpful on smaller screens.

This is gorgeous. I love everything about it.

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