It's underhanded, he knows, to throw such a fact in Ren's face. Watching the other man's reaction gives him no pleasure. Nothing about this situation does. In fact, his anger simmers, boils, reaching a breaking point.

For someone who has never been an actual battle, Hux moves quickly, his hand whipping out and curling into the front of Kylo Ren's medical-issue smock. Leather from his gloves creak with the pressure and he leans in, every line in his expression etched with a cold fury.

"Let me make this perfectly clear. I do not care what you want, Lord Ren. Supreme Leader has given me strict orders to bring you to him alive and I will do everything in my power to ensure you're in one piece when you stand before him."