Lost Words

#7

Mom,

I've been severely injured. I've returned to the Finalizer in time, but I'm still in the med bay.
Back to what I said in the last letter, yes. This mission was... Amazing. Everything happened at once.
First, I concluded my mission. Picked up what Snoke requested me. No trouble, then. I mean, sure, there were some smugglers I had to deal with and a ship I might have stolen, but the normal stuff, right?
Damn, that was a nice ship. She may not have been as great as the Falcon or the Finalizer, but, mom! Nice! Write that down! No, don't write that.
But then!! Shit, mom, they got me. I mean, hunters. Didn't even remember them. And, well, things went down after that.
I'm dazing off. Gotta go.

Love,

Kylo Ren

General Organa,

This is General Hux. Ren wasn't capable of writing that letter, so he requested my 'help'.
In case you're worried about the man who no longer is your son, although that's not what it looks like with all of those letters, Ren broke two ribs, had his right hand crushed, broke two fingers in his left hand, shattered his femur and accomplished a lot of cuts and some burns.
We are keeping him in a bacta tank to make sure he's going to heal without worsening his injuries.
Based on what he has told me, I believe it's been two entire months, two weeks, three days and, approximately, seventeen hours since he wrote his last letter.
Also, if you really are getting those letters, I expect you to understand that if you try to track either him or the First Order down, we will crush the entire Resistance, right after executing Ren for treason.
It doesn't matter if he isn't called Ben Solo anymore, I am certain that, as his mother, you won't let him die. He writes those letters, after all. There must be some part of him that is still good, despite everything he's done.

Kind regards,

Hux