[He could not turn his own son and perhaps that was a mercy. For all of the rage and hatred, a part of him still understands what his son accomplished for him. And now here is his grandson, offering himself as his tool. But he is a shade of himself now, nothing more than whispers in the dark. His time has gone. ]

It is too late for that.

[ There's maybe a bit of bitterness there. ]

Too late for me. I cannot teach you, young Solo. You have not mastered the anger within yourself. You have not harnessed your fear.