[In an instant he's drawn himself up to his full, imposing height, eyes glinting as they narrow. He isn't livid, he is stone. Cold and unwavering in the face of her fury, striding closer as his chin dips low in a sharp, leveled stare.] They are starved, they are broken. They are lead by the imagined glory of an Emperor filled to the brim with malice.
[His mind retraces past conversations with Ren, with Rey, with Dameron— something in him feels hollow at the news she once again sees fit to inflict on him in a cutting blow, but he does not flinch. He does not falter.]
You wanted to know why I feel the First Order is an inadequate solution, but it is you that already knows why.
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[In an instant he's drawn himself up to his full, imposing height, eyes glinting as they narrow. He isn't livid, he is stone. Cold and unwavering in the face of her fury, striding closer as his chin dips low in a sharp, leveled stare.] They are starved, they are broken. They are lead by the imagined glory of an Emperor filled to the brim with malice.
[His mind retraces past conversations with Ren, with Rey, with Dameron— something in him feels hollow at the news she once again sees fit to inflict on him in a cutting blow, but he does not flinch. He does not falter.]
You wanted to know why I feel the First Order is an inadequate solution, but it is you that already knows why.
I choose neither.