#character ren

Something something. Hux as an engineering genius has managed to brutally conquer even the most powerful of nature’s forces. Through sheer math, science, and physics, those objective and predictable things, he’s built machines that swallow stars and tear holes through space. He’s even attempted to treat human beings in the same manner through his training program, and believes himself successful (thought as we see with defectors like Finn, that’s not the complete case). Had he more time and authority, who knows how much further he could have gone to tame, wield, and weaponize the forces of nature.

In the TROS novelization... After Hux reluctantly internally admits Ren is Beautiful he's scornfully like, quote

Her mind had brushed a familiar presence in the Force — one she knew intimately. A presence that had once been bright but had turned black as space, becoming a soundless scream of rage and need. She knew instantly that it was Ben Solo, her son. Leia tried to stop herself from being drawn into her memories, even as she knew she wouldn't be able to resist. Ben in her womb, turning and tumbling in search of comfort, an ever-expanding radiance in the Force, but one shot through with veins of shadow. Luke had reassured her that was normal — the brighter the light, the darker the shadow. She'd desperately hoped that was true. Ben as a baby, red-faced and round. His hair had been black from birth, impossibly fine and delicate — the softest thing Leia had ever imagined. Ben as a toddler, forever following Han. Carrying the dice from the Millennium Falcon — the ones his father had used to win the beloved, battered freighter — and promising anyone who'd listen that one day he would be a pilot, too, like his daddy. Ben in adolescence, his face grown lean above a strong jaw. A boy who always seemed alone, a churning storm in the Force. And whose anger had begun to manifest in malfunctions and breakdowns and objects that fell off shelves and shattered with no one near. Ben, her son. Who'd been stolen from her and Han, stolen by Snoke's wiles and Luke's mistakes and his own furies. Who'd become Kylo Ren, the champion of the First Order — and his father's murderer. Ben was leading that TIE squadron. He had fired the torpedo that had killed her pilots, and now he was coming to kill her and everyone else.

For a moment Kylo let himself recall his parents' worried conversations behind closed doors, the ones they'd deluded themselves into thinking he wouldn't know about. Conversations about the anger and resentment that had boiled over once again in their son. Conversations in which they talked about him like he wasn't their son, but some kind of monster. They were frightened of him, he realized. And so they got rid of him, sending him away to his uncle Luke — whose betrayal would prove far worse. But Ben Solo was no more — Kylo had shed his childhood identity and the pathetic weakness it represented. Han Solo's days of cheating and disappointing people were over. The New Republic was destroyed. And now the Resistance — the last of his mother's causes — would follow it into extinction.

"The Resistance ships have pulled out of range," Hux said over his comlink. "We can't cover you at this distance. Return to the fleet." "No!" Kylo turned back toward the Raddus, determined to erase the cruiser and the rest of the Resistance fleet from existence. The Mon Calamari ship's point-defense cannons spat energy at the TIEs, and the fighter to port vanished in a ball of fire. "Snoke's command," Hux told him. "They won't last long, burning fuel like this. It's just a matter of time." Hux sounded patient, as if he were addressing a child. Kylo would show the arrogant general that was a fatal mistake.