I know what droid you meant-- [His jaw is unnaturally tight, stare entirely narrowed. He remembers Snoke having told him the unit was in the hands of Han Solo-- remembers the twisted, searching expression he wore as he hunted for a reaction. His own face feels hot; he's folding his arms and it's a more viable option than letting his fingers curl or reach for what they instinctively want to do.]
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You left her, didn't you.
[For once in your life Han, speak plainly.]