And we're back to Kylo. I wasn't really planning for this to be redemption focused (and it still might not be) but then chapter two happened and here we are. Still not sure if Kylo will actually turn from the First Order (his Advisor is HUX, people), but there's gonna' be some second thoughts and reluctance coming up. We'll see. Haven't really decided.
I won't lie to you, though:Total-Monster-With-A-Soft-Spot-For-This-ONE-Exception!Hux x I'm-Awful-At-Being-A-Bad-Guy-Because-Guilt-And-Inner-Conflict!Kylo Ren is kinda my thing, so it's gonna' show up (on that note, if you had fic suggestions that fit that bill, feel free to send them my way).
Chapter 3
They couldn't return to Snoke and receive his next assignment until Kylo opened all of the Holocrons, and the two data-only ones didn't count.
Three of them sat taunting Kylo on the desk as he sat in the hotel room alone. Hux had excused himself to look around the main market to stretch his legs, though the real reason had more to do with the fact he was done putting up with Kylo's "sulking" as his mind put it. As he was already being teased by the holocrons, he didn't particularly need Hux doing it, too.
Kylo rubbed his face.
All of the Jedi holocrons had originally rejected him when he had tried to open them first time, and Kylo had taken that as a good sign. But then on his second try, the first had opened completely. The little holocron gatekeeper had said he "took a second look" since Kylo "made a second attempt" and found him worthy.
"You shouldn't hide your Light so much," the gatekeeper had said. "Especially when you're trying to talk to one of us."
The Light. The Light. The Light.
They were all saying it. That blasted old man on Jakku had said it too, just before Kylo killed him. Kylo originally dismissed him. Lor San Tekka was just trying to rile Kylo up; it's not like a non-sensitive could really tell that sort of thing. But Kylo would not deny that the words worked. Kylo always felt the call of the Light when it was most inconvenient.
"I snuffed it out," Kylo said to himself in the quiet room. He dragged his hands through his hair, staring at the holocrons. "I killed that part of me.
"You should reject me," Kylo said, tapping one of the Jedi holocrons. It floated in the air, and he sucked in a breath. "Now let me break you open."
In the end, he didn't need to.
They too opened willingly after a few half-hearted attempts to access their data. Kylo told himself it was because of his strength in the Force, but he knew they followed the same logic as the other gatekeeper.
The Light hadn't left Kylo; he'd killed his father for nothing.
In truth, Kylo had sort of known that the entire time, as early as when he first struck his father down. He hadn't felt stronger when his father fell to the depths of the oscillator. There had been no revelation, no awakening of darkness. Kylo was left with only the sudden awareness that he could still feel affection from his father in his dying breaths, and deep sadness. No hate, no accusations. Just a dying man full of regrets and wretchedly unconditional love.
Still though, that should have been the last line for Kylo Ren. How does one go back to the Light after that? No matter how he felt, surely Kylo had snuffed the last bit of Light in him out at that moment. There was no returning after that. Kylo had made his choice.
But apparently the Force had other plans, if these blasted holocrons had anything to say about it, since they kept repeating over and over again how unfit for the Dark he was.
Kylo had no idea how he would be able to tell such things to the Supreme Leader, Master Snoke. He would likely be disappointed in his apprentice.
Snoke may even give up on him.
Kylo took in a heavy breath and wrote down the most important information the holocrons had to share on a datapad, speaking with their gatekeepers shortly and refusing any small talk outside of the required question and answer. If he had the information, he could prove to Snoke he opened them and maybe he'd get lucky and his Master wouldn't care how it happened.
It was a punishment mission anyway; Snoke genuinely might not even care if he had bigger plans for Kylo's training in the future.
"I see you've been busy," Hux said, picking up the datapad from the desk. He flicked through the pages, eyes scanning everything Kylo had written. "That's good to see."
"I'm concentrating," Kylo said, hands around the floating Sith Holocron. Hux had returned a few moments ago, a small bag in hand. He'd stared at Kylo without comment up until he caught sight of the datapad. Kylo had hoped he would have taken the hint and stayed quiet until he was finished. "I need to get this last one open before we can return to Snoke."
"Then I'll leave you be," Hux said. He set his bag on the table nearest his bed and sat on the cushions. Digging out his own datapad, Hux proceeded to ignore Kylo.
It was for the best; Kylo was having enough trouble without splitting his focus to what Hux was doing.
The Sith holocron refused to budge. No matter how Kylo tugged and pulled and twisted its insides, the little thing would not give in. The worst of it all, Kylo had the sneaking suspicion that it had less to do with Kylo's orientation in the Force, and more with the gatekeeper of the Sith holocron being a stubborn bastard.
Kylo attempted to force it open for another hour before he dropped the thing and got up from the floor. He collapsed on the bed and breathed in and out, counting. He'd rest for a bit, and then get back to it. He would open the Holocron. He'd get the information. And he'd return to Snoke and continue his training.
Things would be fine.
"We could always throw that one out the window and only present our Supreme Leader with the five others," Hux said, flicking his finger against the datapad screen. "Just a thought."
"You're suggesting we lie to the Supreme Leader?" Kylo asked, turning his head to the side.
"I'm saying that sometimes a lie of omission isn't always a bad thing," Hux said. He put his datapad down and laced his fingers together as he pulled a knee up. "He wasn't expecting there to be a Sith Holocron was he? So don't tell him about it."
"I appreciate the attempt to help, Hux," Kylo said. He had to check twice, but the comment had been given with the sincere intention of aiding Kylo instead of the attempt to speed things up he had expected. It was oddly comforting to know Hux was concerned. Kylo should return the favor and save Hux the trouble later when Snoke found out about it. "But you're underestimating the Supreme Leader. He most likely already knows about the Sith holocron, and if he doesn't, he will."
"And why would you assume that?" Hux asked, genuinely curious.
"Because he knows everything," Kylo said, leaving off the "about me" that should have been tacked on. He licked the side of his lip and tugged on a loose strand of hair. "We're connected."
Hux scrunched his nose. "Connected?"
Kylo tapped his temple. "He's in my head."
"All the time?" Hux gaped, outright dropping his jaw. Kylo felt the wave of his discomfort, even without using the Force.
"Ever since I was a child," Kylo said, feeling defensive. Hux kept staring at him like it was something horrible. But he didn't understand. No one ever did. Kylo sighed. "It's a good thing."
"If-if you say so," Hux said. He frowned and after a second looked at Kylo with suspicion. "So he hears all of your conversations with other people? All of the ones we've had?"
"Sometimes," Kylo said. He leaned his head in his hand and pursed his lips. "It's not like he pays attention one hundred percent of the time, you know. He could look anything up later if he wanted since my mind is open to him, but I'm hardly worth watching around the clock. He checks up at random, but most of the time we're just loosely connected."
"I see," Hux said.
The red head fell quiet and stared at his datapad, clearly still unnerved by this new revelation.
Kylo sighed and turned his head toward the side table. He needed to change the topic, and the mysterious bag on the table was the perfect ticket. "What'd you buy?"
Hux looked up again and turned to the desk. He pulled over the small bag and opened it up. He dumped a few of the contents into his hand and held it out toward Kylo. He spotted small, multi-colored candies sitting in the pale palm. "I figured if I was going to be on planet, I might as well indulge in a few niceties not allowed in the military lifestyle."
"You have a sweet tooth, and were always upset that the First Order didn't quite approve of candy or cake as a part of a balanced diet," Kylo said, filling in the gaps. Hux frowned at him and popped a piece of candy in his mouth. Kylo stole a piece across the room using the Force and ate it himself. It was pure sugar formed into a marble piece; like smooth rock candy. "They're good."
"Then go buy your own," Hux said. He ate one more piece and dropped the rest back into his bag. He rolled the top down, and Kylo snuck a peak at his thoughts out of curiosity's sake. Hux was chiding himself for eating two pieces already, when he had planned to make the candies last as long as possible. It's why he bought the pure sugar ones; they didn't go bad. Hux slammed the bag on the table. "I've counted them, so don't you think I won't know if you steal any."
"Don't worry, I'll be sure to use a mind trick and make you forget if that becomes an issue," Kylo replied, falling back into his pillow.
He heard Hux snort before he quickly relocated the bag of candy under his pillow.
Three days later, and Hux wasn't the only one at his wits end over the Sith holocron. It was still refusing to open and Kylo was about at the point where he wanted to ask the Jedi holocrons for tips on breaking into it.
"Is this normal?" Hux asked, hands on his hips as he hovered near Kylo. He waved his hand a the floating holocron, tired and agitated. "I mean, I know you've got that Light thing going on, but I'd think a man who slaughtered an entire school of Jedi children and helped me destroy five planets should have enough Dark Side credit to open a blasted textbook of evil."
"Textbook of evil?" Kylo asked, turning away from the holocron.
"Don't give me that look. I've been locked in a room with you, that wretched little box, and nothing but a civilian town I can't spend an extended amount of time for fear of being recognized for five days with nothing to do." Hux turned on his heel and paced, throwing his hands up. "Forgive me if I'm running out of things to call your little holocrons."
"At this point, I think it has less to do with whether or not I am of the Dark or the Light, and more to do with the gatekeeper keeping me out from sheer spite," Kylo said. He'd thought as much earlier, but it was becoming more and more clear that was the case. Because Hux had a point. Even the Jedi holocrons overlooked a bit of Kylo's evil to open up. Kylo turned back to the holocron. "At this point, it's all brute force."
"Isn't that what you're best at?" Hux asked. It was voiced as an insult, but Kylo knew that Hux truly believed brute force was one of Kylo's strengths. He'd always had an appreciation for Kylo's more violent traits in battle. Hux crossed his arms, fumbling a moment with the loose sleeves. "You can't possible tell me that the little electronic gatekeeper is stronger than you."
"I'm not exceptionally good at delicate tasks," Kylo said, admitting it painfully. "If I put too much strength into this, I'll destroy the holocron. Finding the balance between overpowering the gatekeeper without exploding the box is more difficult than you'd expect."
"This gatekeeper is wasting our time," Hux said. He looked at the floating figure and flicked it in the side with his finger. "You in there. Stop being a pest so we can go back home and get on with our lives."
"I don't think that's how this works, Hux." Kylo continued to press with the Force on the figure. He didn't even know if the gatekeeper would listen to someone who was non-sensitive.
"Well you've tried everything else, so why not?" Hux said, at the clear end of his patience. He leaned down toward the holocron and hissed at it. "We successfully designed, built and fired a weapon capable of destroying five planets. It worked, by the way. If you can list one thing more powerful than that that you yourself have accomplished in the name of the Dark Side, then maybe you'll have a real excuse to hide whatever knowledge it is you have from us."
To Kylo's shock, the gatekeeper answered. The Sith holocron glowed as it spoke. "That might be true, but the one trying to open me not only did not want to participate, but he never wanted to fire it. So your argument is null and void."
Hux turned his head toward Kylo, nearly whipping it to the side. Starkiller was Hux's idea, and pet project, but he really had no right to sound so betrayed by this revelation. "What's he talking about?"
"I always felt your weapon was excessive and a vast waste of resources," Kylo said, carefully and slowly. Hux continued to glare, personally offended that someone thought his plan was poor. Kylo flexed his fingers. "The Supreme Leader disagreed and approved your project anyway."
"This is the first I've heard of any disagreements with it," Hux said.
"As I said, I was vetoed early and knew better than to question our Supreme Leader so what point would there have been to give you a hard time about it?" Kylo's fingers twitched as he continued to assault the Sith holocron with a fresh wave of anger. Maybe if he redirected it all into the holocron, he could open the thing and be done with all of this. "I don't know why you're upset."
"I'm shocked you still hold some sort of sympathy for that wretched New Republic," Hux said, suspicious. "What could possibly be worth saving them?"
"You didn't have to feel it," Kylo said, under his breath.
"Excuse me?"
"You didn't have to feel it!" Kylo shouted, dropping the holocron. His shout carried a wave of power with it, rattling the bed frame and side tables.
Kylo could feel the blood pumping in his veins harder as his heart beat picked up. felt the nausea he experienced after the weapon's beam connected with its target bubble up, threatening to drag the rest of the memories back with it. Kylo growled, and the objects in the room rattled with his inner turmoil. Hux took a step back, eyes darting toward the moving objects. Kylo cursed under his breath. He hurried to his feet and headed to the door.
"Where are you going?" Hux asked.
"Out," Kylo said. He opened the door and slammed it behind him, working hard to control his breath.
Kylo walked back to the Jedi temple. He didn't want to deal with the people of the town, and it was secluded enough that no one would stumble upon him up there.
He needed time to sort through everything; to suppress the memories of the fall of the Hosnian System once again and lock them away where they couldn't get out. Kylo had lived through that the first time, followed by nightmares for a few days. There was no need for them to return.
The temple was quiet, and the bodies around it remained quiet. Kylo sat on a ledge on the outside the building near an old flower box, wanting the quiet but not quite ready to go back inside yet. Despite the perfect location, part of his gut stirred at the idea he was using a Jedi settlement as a source of comfort and solitude.
He looked at one of the old temple guards, their armor covered in dirt, though still in good shape. Kylo kicked the body over, watching as the helmeted head flopped to the side. It snapped, the skeleton brittle and the head rolled down the hill. He huffed and raised his hand, catching it with the Force before it could roll too far away. Kylo dragged it back over to himself and held the head in his lap, running his thumb over the edge of the mask.
Kylo rather missed his mask. All of the Knights of Ren wore one, and it was meant for intimidate as well as concealment. As it turned out, Kylo was hardly the only Knight with an expressive face, so it was practical for them all to hide it away. It was easier to scare people when they couldn't see what you were thinking written all over your face.
Hiding your emotions with a straight face was a talent Kylo never mastered, and he often wondered how Hux managed it. Getting his face to crack was quite a feat, and Kylo relished every time he got an exaggerated expression out of Hux.
Save for this last time.
"How dare he feel betrayed I didn't like his plan?" Kylo asked the mask in his hand. "We disagree about plans and tactics all the time and he was always nothing more than irritated at being challenged. Why should this time be so different?"
The mask, of course, did not answer.
Kylo leaned forward, tapping his forehead against the mask. Starkiller had been a mistake. The First Order was meant to bring true peace and well, order, to the galaxies. The sheer loss of life that resulted from the firing of that weapon was unnecessarily brutal. Even if Kylo still felt a tiny bit of awe that Hux had even been capable of thinking that thing up and firing it, it still didn't change the bigger picture: You couldn't control and rule something that was destroyed. Surely his Master knew that? So why did he approve Hux's plan so readily? Did he not too feel all of that death when the planets were lost?
"Starkiller was a mistake," Kylo said, aloud this time. He pressed his forehead against the temple guard's mask hard enough that it was sure to leave a mark. It tore at the edges of his scar. "Starkiller was a mistake."
He waited for Snoke's disapproving voice in his head. Anything to show that he had been listening and needed to discipline Kylo for the borderline traitorous thoughts. The Supreme Leader had approved Starkiller. It's loss was because of Kylo and Hux's mistakes, not anything Snoke did. Snoke was never wrong. So to say Starkiller was a mistake was to say Snoke had been wrong. Kylo would surely be punished.
But nothing came.
As if Snoke wasn't even bothering to listen.
Kylo tugged the mask to his chest and curled up on his side on the building ledge. He closed his eyes and breathed out. He needed to meditate.
"Ren, wake up."
Kylo jerked with the hand shaking his shoulder. He opened his eyes, spotting Hux squatting next to the building ledge. He had his jacket tugged around him, and his breath was visible. Kylo shivered a bit at the temperature drop, stretching his legs out, but not sitting up.
"Only you would fall asleep outside when you were two feet from a door of a perfectly usable building," Hux muttered.
"Why are you here?" Kylo asked.
Hux glared as if the answer should be obvious, shifting his arms under his coat sleeves. The tunic at his neck wrinkled as he moved. "You didn't come back."
"And you were what? Worried about me?" Kylo asked, sitting up. The helmet that had fallen into his lap while he slept tumbled to the ground, knocking a piece of skull out of it and onto the ground.
"Worried about the mission, maybe," Hux said, frowning. He looked unsure about something, and for once, Kylo used enough tact to avoid reading Hux's mind. This one particular thought seemed particularly private. Hux shook his head and stood, wiping his hands on the sides of his jacket. "Missing for the night is one thing, but you were gone all night and all day. When you didn't show up at dinner, I had to make sure you didn't go get yourself into trouble. I can't exactly go back to Snoke without you, now can I?"
"I've been gone for nearly two days?" Kylo asked. He had slept far longer than he had thought. Kylo couldn't remember the last time he'd slept that deeply and for that long. Perhaps it was something about the Force in this area near the temple. Hux continued to watch him, shifting ever so slightly. Kylo sat back against the wall. "How did you know where I was?"
"You weren't in the market or on the shuttle, Ren," Hux said. He sat next to Kylo on the ledge and crossed one leg over the other. "There was really only one other place you could be, though I suppose I should be thankful I didn't have to wander around the temple looking for some odd room you might have sequestered yourself into."
"If it makes you feel better, I had intended on coming back by dinner," Kylo said. He closed his eyes and focused on the motions below Hux's surface. The ones he wasn't showing. Slight worry. Embarrassment. Concern. They were still so odd to see aimed in Kylo's direction, but he found he rather liked it all the same. Kylo breathed evenly. "It was not my intention to make you think I wasn't coming back at all, but it seems trying to break into the holocron has left me more tired than I originally thought."
"You must have been if you slept for a solid day and a half," Hux said. He narrowed his eyes in Kylo's direction and that tiny wave of worry hummed to life again. Kylo felt drawn to it like a drowning man clings to a float. Hux crossed his arms. "Next time you feel the need to take a secluded nap, try the shuttle cargo bay. It's less of a walk."
"Is that official advice?" Kylo asked.
"Yes," Hux said. He turned his head, sighing. He adjusted the sleeves of his jacket and blew out another chilly breath. "We should probably stay in the temple over night. It's already too cold to be walking down the hill."
"You walked up it in the cold just fine," Kylo said. "It won't be much warmer inside, you know. There's nothing powering the building."
"Yes, but I'm sure there's a bedroom in there somewhere with a mattress and blankets, even if it is dusty," Hux said. He stood and turned toward the door of the temple. "Sparing that, there's plenty of dead soldiers around who I'm sure won't mind if we borrow their capes. I'm too tired to walk all the way back down the hill, so deal with it."
"I could carry you," Kylo offered. "If you wanted to take a nap while I walked us both back to the hotel."
"No," Hux said, leaving it at that. He disappeared into the temple and Kylo snorted, following him inside.
Despite having slept for a full day before, Kylo had no trouble falling asleep again when they found an old bedroom. The room was near the interior of the building, sheltered from the cool outside and was almost warm. Hux found a few spare blankets in a locked closet (he had Kylo open the thing with the Force) and buried himself under them.
It looked like Hux hadn't slept at all while Kylo was gone. The man was exhausted if how fast he fell asleep was any indication. He didn't so much as budge when Kylo took up a space on the other half of the bed. Kylo told himself they were sharing was because he was too tired to put the effort into looking for another room when there was that much space.
If his back was close enough to Hux to feel the man's body heat, well, that was another matter entirely that Kylo put to the back of his mind as he let himself fall asleep.
Some time later, Kylo woke before Hux, and wondered what the time was. With no windows there was no way to know if it was light or dark outside; if he'd slept for a couple hours or the entire night through. He supposed it must be something in between if Hux was still asleep.
Hux seemed like a man with a precise internal clock.
Kylo rolled on his side, pillowing his head in the crook of his elbow. Hux was facing him, breathing softly and still deep in sleep. His eyelids flickered as he dreamed, and his hair fell in his face. Kylo shifted it aside, back behind Hux's ears where it belonged.
It was sort of nice to wake up next to someone else. It made the room feel warmer.
Kylo sat up and shoved his feet over the edge of the mattress and onto the floor. He walked to the door and made his way down the hallway until he found the balcony in the back where the holocrons had been kept. The sun was just rising in the distance, and it was probably best to be heading back to town.
Hux was easy enough to wake when Kylo returned. A nudge to the shoulder was enough to snap the man to consciousness. "It's sunrise."
"Then we should be going," Hux said. He pushed the blankets aside and reached for his folded coat on the side table. His boots followed and the man straightened his hair with his fingers before getting up. He studied the bed for a moment before snatching up the spare blankets and folding them. As if he felt Kylo watching him, Hux snapped, "What?"
"I didn't say anything," Kylo said, abusing the Force for a mere moment to pick up on Hux's logic for stealing the blanket. Who knew a man who adored space and a frozen planet could get so cold at night? "It's not like anyone here is going to care if you steal a few blankets."
"They're well made and practical," Hux said, holding them under his arms. "It'd be a shame to let them rot in a dead temple."
"You don't need to justify yourself to me," Kylo said again, unable to help the smile in response at Hux's glaring. "Let's go."
"Let's."
The two left the building side by side, at an easy pace. The sunlight fell over their shoulders as they reached the flower fields, warming their shoulders. Hux carried his blankets without complaint, even though the bulk of them dwarfed his thin frame. Kylo offered to carry one, but was rebuked for his efforts.
Kylo studied Hux, proud and arrogant as ever even now. He hummed, "You know? I think you and I have spent more time in each other's company this past month than we did the entirety of the five years we'd worked together as co-commanders."
"We had very little reason to interact on the Finalizer and Starkiller outside of updates and mission briefings," Hux said. He squeezed his blankets tighter, glaring steadily ahead. "And now I'm your personal adviser. It only makes sense we'd be seeing more of each other."
"I never noticed how easily you get defensive," Kylo said. He chuckled and plucked a flower from the side of the road. He twisted the stem in his fingers, admiring the lovely bloom. "I was merely making an observation, not implying it was a bad thing."
Hux didn't reply, but his pace down the hill picked up. Kylo followed, enjoying the few moments of quiet as they walked together.
They both made it back to the hotel in good time, and Hux dumped his armful of blankets on the bed. He took one aside and shoved it in their suit case, and left the other for use that night.
"I'm taking a shower," Hux said, looking over his shoulder. "Then we'll get lunch."
"Sounds good," Kylo said, ignoring the way both sentences had been given like orders. Hux always reverted to "General" mode when he was tired.
Hux left for the refresher with a handful of clean clothes and the door closed loudly, but not quite enough to be a slam. In the meantime, Kylo looked around the hotel room.
The Sith holocron had been placed back with the other five on the table, likely put there by Hux at some point during Kylo's disappearance. Not ready to deal with it again, Kylo shoved it behind the two data-only holocrons and sat on the edge of his bed. He pulled over his datapad to check the date and time, and Hux had been correct—he'd been gone for nearly two days.
He observed the rest of the living space, and noticed everything was more or less as he'd left it, implying Hux hadn't done much else but look for Kylo during his absence. However, he did notice Hux's bag of candy was open on the bedside table. Kylo took to his feet and walked over, tipping the bag to the side lightly with a single finger. He saw three lonely candies in the bottom of what was once a full bag.
A bag of candy Hux had been meaning to make last for a month.
Kylo shook his head and turned the bag over, dumping the last of the candy into his palm. He popped them into his mouth and crumpled the bag to toss it into the trash. Kylo wrote a quick note saying he'd be back soon and left it on the table, before leaving the room and heading toward the market.
"What's this?" Hux asked, clutching the rather large bag Kylo had thrown at him when he came back. "And where were you? Didn't you just get wandering off out of your system?"
"I went into town," Kylo said. He tugged out a spare set of clothes for himself, intent on getting into the refresher himself before they ate lunch. "Try not to eat all of those at once."
Hux stared before tugging open the top of the package, and stared at the contents. Kylo had arranged four separate bags full of candy into the pack, with a few extra confections on the top of the pile for more immediate use. Kylo had a few of those tucked away in a bag of his own that he'd left on the bed.
Hux wasn't the only one who enjoyed the occasional sweet.
"What is this?" Hux asked, fingers digging into the side of the bag. His face twisted into a rare moment of emotion, and Kylo's heart skipped a beat. Hux hissed, "Are you mocking me, Ren?"
Kylo wasn't sure if he should feel pity or not when he checked Hux's mind and found the man honestly believed Kylo was making fun of him. He shook his head. "No, it's called a gift. People do that when they're grateful for things or actions."
"Not people like us," Hux said, voice soft. There was a hint of something else there, but Kylo wasn't sure if it was the time to be prying for it. Hux repeated. "I have done nothing worthy of thanks."
Hux had, from considering Kylo valuable enough to worry about to going out and finding him, but Kylo wasn't going to argue with Hux about that now. He was still far too tired and drained from everything else.
"Then call it compensation for the ones I stole when you weren't looking," Kylo said, shrugging. He crossed the room toward the refresher door. He stared Hux down and leaned his head to the side. "It's candy, Hux. Keep it or throw it out. I don't particularly care."
When Kylo returned from the refresher, ready to collect Hux for lunch, he did his best not to smile when he noticed one of the confections half eaten on the side table next to Hux as he read from his datapad. The rest of them were stuffed into Hux's pack, and Kylo considered that a win.
He ate the rest of Hux's confection and didn't stop the grin when the man hit him in the side with the datapad.