Good. [His dark eyes flick up, down towards how Hux is drawn so tightly around himself again, feeling out the depths of that temper without relying on the Force to reaffirm what he already knows. He encroaches no further.] If we are to bring order, General, we must exact our vengeance.

And if we are to do that, the mistakes we once permitted to fester can no longer be entertained.

[His weakness, Hux's short-sightedness: all of it had to be overcome. The pain of Han Solo's death may not have brought power, but it did, at least, bring clarity alongside the ache deep down in his ribs. Perhaps coexistence was not so impossible an idea.

The only peace offering Kylo Ren could ever extend. Mutual contempt, paralleled passion.]