"Do not presume to give me orders," Ren snapped, then with a final snort like a raging bull, released his grip on Hux and allowed his hand to drop. He would show no signs of his weakness, nor of the fact that it had cost him to even perform that single act with the uncertainty of his control. He needed time to meditate, to refocus his will, his understanding, and his goals.

Killing Solo had not removed that feeling of the Light within him, and it confused him as much as it enraged him. On top of that, what should have been his greatest triumph had become his greatest failure, and in turn, had been compounded by being defeated by two untrained fools.

Hux had failed as well. Heard through the murmurings of the medical staff, through what he had been able to glean before, the Resistance had won. They had managed to destroy the great weapon of the First Order, but not before it had been fired. It had brought huge destruction to the New Republic, but Ren still thought it a foolish notion all together. They would come together again, angry and ready to fight, instead of merely the Resistance. The two feuding sides might see a more common enemy than each other.

Snoke would not be happy with either of them.