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“So who talks first?” Poe asks, trying to be stubborn and sure. He’s not easy to break, but Be- Kylo knew him. Perhaps he doesn’t know him, anymore.
Maybe at least that is a mutual thing.
“You talk first?” he continues. “I talk first?”
He hopes Beebee gets away. Ben had always seemed to underestimate Beebee yet have complete faith in his own ball droid.
Hopefully nothing has changed.
“The old man gave it to you ,” Kylo says, coldly. Poe is grateful in this moment for the mask. It’s stupid, really, but at least it keeps him from overthinking too much. Especially when Kylo’s not being subtle at all in trying to dig around in his brain.
“It’s just really hard to understand,” Poe quips, smirking at Kylo as he backs off. “With all the… apparatus.”
Kylo radiates anger as he stands.
“Have him put on board my shuttle,” he orders. “We will take him to the Finalizer where he will yield the map’s location to me .”
Oh. Great . Beebee better get away quickly. Ben had taught him shields. Kylo knows how to break them.
“Sir, the villagers?”
“Kill them all .”
What?
“ No! ”
Multiple blasters fire at once.
And Poe does little more than glare as he’s dragged away.
The torture hurts, unsurprisingly. It’s not the first time, of course, though he’s usually escaped or rescued in the first hour, but still.
Then Kylo enters. Poe glares.
“I had no idea we had the best pilot in the Resistance on board,” Kylo says. Is that teasing? That better not be teasing. Not now. Because Kylo is no idiot and must have knows he’d joined the Resitance. Kylo Ren is quite possibly one of the sickest people in the Galaxy, and now Poe’s seen it in person and won’t forget .
“Comfortable?”
“…Not really?”
He’s tied in a torture chair. No he’s not kriffing comfortable.
“I’m impressed,” Kylo says. “No one has been able to get out of you what you did with the map.”
Too important to break on this.
“Might want to rethink your technique ,” Poe snarks, almost a challenge, as he sees Kylo reach out and feels him reach in.
That challenge proves to be a mistake.
“Where,” Kylo, growls, methodically ripping through weak spots in his mind Poe hadn’t even noticed, “is. It?”
Poe screams.