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"You took the Starkiller Base from me, it's only fair that I take something you value from you," Hux explains. "I think your sight is a fair exchange." Poe's eyes widen, and he shakes his head in a denial and murmurs a soft 'no.' Hux tilts the interrogation table back so it is parallel with the floor. He gives Poe's shoulder a squeeze that could almost be considered a comforting gesture in a different situation. "Don't struggle," he cautions him.
When Hux backs off a few steps a droid moves closer and places a cold limb on either side of Poe's head to pull and hold his head back against the interrogation chair. Poe ignores Hux's caution to hold still and struggles against the restraints holding him still as the horror sets in. His eyes dart over to Hux's face for a split second before he decides that Hux's face is not really what he wants to last see. Not that the droids are much of a better of a last sight to see. The pain as the medical droid blinds him in one eye than the other is nothing compared to the terrible knowledge that he will never see again.
The procedure is over quickly. Hux moves closer to Poe's head when the droids move away. He cups Poe's cheeks to hold his head still while he inspects his rapidly blinking eyes, ignoring the way that Poe responds to his sudden touch with a small flinch. After a while Poe stops blinking so rapidly and Hux is able to get a decent look at his eyes. He decides that he rather likes how Poe's once-dark and striking eyes have become slightly clouded. Releasing Poe and stepping back, he tilts the bed upright and unlocks the cuffs around Poe's wrists and ankles.
A wave of vertigo hits Poe as he is half guided and half tugged off the footrests on the interrogation table onto the floor. Hux’s hand grip Poe’s arms to steady him when he lists slightly to the side. It takes a few moments for the vertigo to recede enough for Poe to find his footing, but the pain lingers in his eyes and head. The pain, coupled with the complete darkness surrounding him, continues to make him question his balance despite Hux’s hands on his arms as an extremely unwanted grounding point. It seems to him that Hux is waiting for him to regain his balance as he is allowed find his footing before an arm is wrapped around his back so Poe can be dragged along with Hux as he exits the interrogation chamber.
The way to what Poe guesses will be Hux's quarters is long, and try as he may, he cannot keep track of how many turns they make. Not that it makes much difference, as without his sight Poe is hardly going to be able to escape on his own. He loathes how Hux has tucked him tightly against his side as if he is a lover, but he supposes that at least he is less likely to walk into a wall or off of some ledge this way. Although, he briefly does consider how walking off a walkway might actually be a more pleasant fate than whatever Hux has planned for him.