[When the room starts coming down around them, Ben does not flinch. The tantrum cannot hurt him - the only thing it can wound is Ren's pride, which he isn't precisely looking to preserve. When the moment has passed, he laughs low in his throat, padding closer, closer.

Closer than perhaps he has ever come. More direct than he's ever been.

Conviction.]

Destruction. That's all you can see one way or the other, isn't it? What do you think he's going to do when he's done with you, Ren? [He spits the name each time he says it, like a filthy word he can't quite stomach.] Throw you a party?

At best, you're a prized pet to him. A well-trained animal. Is that what you want? He'll pet you for a while, groom you - but what of when he gets tired of you? At least I would be willing to go down fighting, if we're going to go down anyhow.

[A chuckle, a shake of the head. More pity.]

You're just a coward hiding behind a mask.