A Letter To Armitage Hux. (TROS Spoilers)
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saturnmond:
Armitage,
You were born the heir to a war you only saw in brief glimpses when you were awoken in the middle of the night and dragged from your home planet into the outer regions. There were strangers and feral children who followed you with hungry eyes. You were convinced they were planning to tear you apart, limb from limb should you ever give them the opportunity to do so. You were such a scared child.
It wasn’t like feeling threatened was very hard. Your father despised you for the crime of being born a child. He struck you often, but it were his words which really bruised you in places were his fists could not reach.
You wished you could grow and grew, you did. Grew more vicious. Angrier. Destructive.
If you could ever reach the top, then no one would ever be able to hurt you anymore. And if you learned one thing, then it was that everyone could harm you on a whim. Pain was just another fact of life, like breathing. Or the rough fabric of a uniform you always wore a size too large, so that no one could see the small frame beneath it.
Armitage, you grew up to be a monster. A Starkiller. Destroying worlds with an unblinking gaze, murdering those who laid their hands on you. Showing regret was weakness and weakness would be punished. You never wanted that again.
Yet, it did. Time and time again. When Phasma plotted to murder your father you let her gladly. When Cardinal stared at you, you felt hatred dwell within you: “If he knew anything about the human heart…”, but did you? You fought back by killing the general who made you lick a spilled drink of the floor. You had been a child and so sorry, why could he not have let you go?
You mistook obedience for strength.
By killing these men, you did what they wanted. You gave to the Order and the Order took. Like a great beast it devoured your energy, your sleep, your health, your personality, your humanity. You thought you were fighting back but you were still holding on to a war that was never your own.
You never stood a chance. You never had the force. You were not the descendant of some age-old, magical blood line. You were Armitage Hux. Thin as a slip of paper and just as useless.
And then you woke up. The moment you decided to help the resistance, was the moment you gave up on a dream that was never of your choosing. You gave up on fear.
“I don’t care if you win.”
Means: “I don’t care if we lose.”
For the first time, you blinked and saw yourself. You chose yourself before the hands that had always pulled you back onto a stranger’s path. You were ready to let the Order burn. It was a symbol for every harm that had ever befallen you. A symbol for a stolen childhood. A symbol for a man you would never become.
What would have happened, if you could have fled?
What would have happened, if they had let you discover your own personality?
What would have happened, if you had been allowed humanity and dignity?
They gave you neither. And I am so sorry, Armitage. You deserved to discover who you are. You deserved to see what you have done. You even deserved to suffer and repent. You deserved to give your life some meaning.
You deserved better.
And for you, I raise my voice because you cannot speak any longer.
FUCK YOU, JJ ABRAMS AND YOUR GOD DAMN HACK-ASS!
saturnmond:
Armitage,
You were born the heir to a war you only saw in brief glimpses when you were awoken in the middle of the night and dragged from your home planet into the outer regions. There were strangers and feral children who followed you with hungry eyes. You were convinced they were planning to tear you apart, limb from limb should you ever give them the opportunity to do so. You were such a scared child.
It wasn’t like feeling threatened was very hard. Your father despised you for the crime of being born a child. He struck you often, but it were his words which really bruised you in places were his fists could not reach.
You wished you could grow and grew, you did. Grew more vicious. Angrier. Destructive.
If you could ever reach the top, then no one would ever be able to hurt you anymore. And if you learned one thing, then it was that everyone could harm you on a whim. Pain was just another fact of life, like breathing. Or the rough fabric of a uniform you always wore a size too large, so that no one could see the small frame beneath it.
Armitage, you grew up to be a monster. A Starkiller. Destroying worlds with an unblinking gaze, murdering those who laid their hands on you. Showing regret was weakness and weakness would be punished. You never wanted that again.
Yet, it did. Time and time again. When Phasma plotted to murder your father you let her gladly. When Cardinal stared at you, you felt hatred dwell within you: “If he knew anything about the human heart…”, but did you? You fought back by killing the general who made you lick a spilled drink of the floor. You had been a child and so sorry, why could he not have let you go?
You mistook obedience for strength.
By killing these men, you did what they wanted. You gave to the Order and the Order took. Like a great beast it devoured your energy, your sleep, your health, your personality, your humanity. You thought you were fighting back but you were still holding on to a war that was never your own.
You never stood a chance. You never had the force. You were not the descendant of some age-old, magical blood line. You were Armitage Hux. Thin as a slip of paper and just as useless.
And then you woke up. The moment you decided to help the resistance, was the moment you gave up on a dream that was never of your choosing. You gave up on fear.
“I don’t care if you win.”
Means: “I don’t care if we lose.”
For the first time, you blinked and saw yourself. You chose yourself before the hands that had always pulled you back onto a stranger’s path. You were ready to let the Order burn. It was a symbol for every harm that had ever befallen you. A symbol for a stolen childhood. A symbol for a man you would never become.
What would have happened, if you could have fled?
What would have happened, if they had let you discover your own personality?
What would have happened, if you had been allowed humanity and dignity?
They gave you neither. And I am so sorry, Armitage. You deserved to discover who you are. You deserved to see what you have done. You even deserved to suffer and repent. You deserved to give your life some meaning.
You deserved better.
And for you, I raise my voice because you cannot speak any longer.
FUCK YOU, JJ ABRAMS AND YOUR GOD DAMN HACK-ASS!