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He dreamt, sometimes. More often than not the dreams were merely banal fragments of a working day, laced with some incongruous detail — an incorrect rendering of the ship, a conversation including officers he knew very well to be dead.

On rarer occasions he would dream of something from his past. Schooldays. A cadet research project, in jeopardy. Waiting in his father’s office — all that dark wood, and the stale smell of the old woolen rug, and the dread. It wasn’t real, and he preferred the times when he realised that.

***

He was dreaming again. This time, he was on the Finalizer, where he belonged. Trying to get from one part of the ship to another in time for an important meeting.

Ren stepped out from a side corridor, and almost startled him.

“General,” he said. “You’ll get there quicker if you go this way.”

“What? Don’t be ridiculous, Ren, I know where I’m going.”

“No you don’t. Come with me.”

“I don’t have time for this nonsense. Leave me alone.” And Hux marched off.

But Ren kept catching him up, and teasing him. “You shouldn’t ignore me,” he was saying. All in all, it was extremely annoying, and Hux was glad to wake. As if it wasn’t enough to be obstructed and tormented by Kylo Ren in his waking hours, he had to put up with his awfulness in his sleep, too.

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