[He sees the shift in her attention; he doesn't need to dig his fingertips into her thoughts to understand the reasoning behind it as she traces out the gruesome line of his scar.

But no, bound as he is, he cannot reach for her in any amount. The one single truth of their conversation that's transparent as glass as his eyes shift upwards to fall on her own, punctuated by the soft sound of his own breath and little else in that too-small space.]

You are powerless. [His tongue curls around the sudden vitriol in his voice, features turning sharp in the span of those few, hateful seconds - quick as the moment he turned his blade towards Han Solo's still-beating heart.

She knows nothing of the power the dark side holds. Snoke will crush her resolve once he finds her, tear from her the strength to endure as he'd once fallen, so long ago.] And when I find freedom I will finish ending the lives of the liars, traitors and thieves you love so dearly.

[He will break her weakness to make her whole again, as he was meant to.]