[To which he says nothing, jaw working only a beat later as he swallows. The silence is deafening - the falcon's engine humming so loudly nearby that it might as well be part of the room, her ventilation system rattling like something old and wounded, still carrying on after all this time.]
Snoke could not say the same.
[Obsessed as they both were with laying waste to the last of the Jedi, it's a tangible line in the sand, splitting apart everything he ever thought he wanted.
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Snoke could not say the same.
[Obsessed as they both were with laying waste to the last of the Jedi, it's a tangible line in the sand, splitting apart everything he ever thought he wanted.
He only needed to hear it from Han Solo himself.]