Hux was standing by the plexiglass windows, a lonely figure carved in starlight.
The general’s already pallid skin was bleached bone-white by the cold light of the stars, his every feature thrown into sharp relief. His lips were set in a thin line, his eyes hard. In that moment, he was as remote, as distant as the stars he was gazing at, and just as untouchable.
He looked so very alone.
“Hux,” Kylo said, “Let me help you.”
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