[Its practically spit in his direction. He's disgusted, angry that he let Anakin get such a key strike in during their duel, furious that he'd refrained from finishing him off or at the very least refrained from taking a limb. His shoulder might still be smoking and the air around them might be filled with the scent of burn flesh and wool, but the blood that stains the many layers he wears is hardly worth a blink in comparison to the insult he felt.
And in that moment, he reaches up with one hand to force his helmet open in order to rip it off of his head. He won't recognize most of his features (he takes after Solo far too much for that). Finn's relief at a distance only serves to make him angrier -- he shouldn't have been able to see this fight, everything was wrong, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Without the echo of the respirator, there's nothing to disguise the hatred in Ren's voice -- the pure contempt that he has for the mercy being shown to him. His hair is horribly tousled and his face is soaked from both a mixture of sweat and some tears thanks to the assault on his shoulder. His eyes, little more than wet pits of black that could be likened to that of a defensive animal.
Why is this happening? Why now, and why to him? He's so upset that he forgets to turn his lightsaber back on. What's the point, anyway? Killing Anakin now could erase him from the map of time forever, just as much as the Jedi delivering a fatal blow would.
Han Solo is dead, Leia Organa no doubt next on the list. He has nothing to lose except his own life.]
Why?
[There had to be a reason, and he's sure he won't like it.]
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[Its practically spit in his direction. He's disgusted, angry that he let Anakin get such a key strike in during their duel, furious that he'd refrained from finishing him off or at the very least refrained from taking a limb. His shoulder might still be smoking and the air around them might be filled with the scent of burn flesh and wool, but the blood that stains the many layers he wears is hardly worth a blink in comparison to the insult he felt.
And in that moment, he reaches up with one hand to force his helmet open in order to rip it off of his head. He won't recognize most of his features (he takes after Solo far too much for that). Finn's relief at a distance only serves to make him angrier -- he shouldn't have been able to see this fight, everything was wrong, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Without the echo of the respirator, there's nothing to disguise the hatred in Ren's voice -- the pure contempt that he has for the mercy being shown to him. His hair is horribly tousled and his face is soaked from both a mixture of sweat and some tears thanks to the assault on his shoulder. His eyes, little more than wet pits of black that could be likened to that of a defensive animal.
Why is this happening? Why now, and why to him? He's so upset that he forgets to turn his lightsaber back on. What's the point, anyway? Killing Anakin now could erase him from the map of time forever, just as much as the Jedi delivering a fatal blow would.
Han Solo is dead, Leia Organa no doubt next on the list. He has nothing to lose except his own life.]
Why?
[There had to be a reason, and he's sure he won't like it.]