"I do what I can, because I must. I enjoy what my position allows me to do, to control--to lead our people in the cause. My personal feelings and life don't really matter in that scheme." Though he knows he's not being entirely truthful; he finds pride in what he does, triumph in each win he gains for himself--and each failure cuts. Now that Kylo has taken the place that was rightfully his, it stung.

But still, let people hate him, love him, be annoyed with him--it didn't matter. He know he had respect, despite all of that--and that was what mattered.

At the last comment, though, Hux snorted, flushing a bit when he realized it sounded a bit hysterical.

"I don't know, frankly. I suppose one day I'll crack. But it hasn't happened yet." He can crack when he's dead, crack into a million pieces, ash to be scattered into the wind.