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[outer_space]

We're adversaries.

[ How could he have thought this was anything but inevitable? ]

[imahologram]

Why?

[outer_space]

[ A flood of words, before he can stop himself: ]

You're treasonous and spiteful. You sow discontent and struggle blindly against any authority that isn't your own.

Because you've always feared true power.

[imahologram]

[Any goodwill she might have felt for Kylo before is rapidly fading. Treasonous? Spiteful?]

That's a lot of bantha fodder. I fight any authority that subjugates the galaxy, and I don't do it BLINDLY.

And if true power means throwing unsuspecting men around without explanation, I think I'll be fine without it.

[outer_space]

[ There's so much he wants to say to that--I could have, I have done worse--but the way she cycles back to Han Solo reminds him that she's still intent on prying an answer from him. ]

Do you.

Which of us knows the future?

[imahologram]

[It's an answer that bites into her, but if she lets Ren see that, she's lost. Gritting her teeth, she fires back.]

You expect me to trust the word of an "adversary" who won't even tell me when he's from?

Why don't we start with the facts? THEN you can editorialize.

[The Empire thinks I'm blindly fighting them, too. That doesn't make them right.]

[outer_space]

You seem to have forgotten I'm under no obligation to tell you anything.

[imahologram]

No, you aren't.

But if we're going to have this conversation, let's have it honestly. We're both stuck on this ship for the foreseeable future. There's no reason to give each other the runaround.

[outer_space]

[ A fresh anger as he reads her words: he's been honest, and met with nothing but evasions from her. ]

Are you sure you're equal to the task?

I warn you, I will hold you at your word.

[imahologram]

I doubt you're going to beat me in this arena.

Now, let's try this again. What do you have against Han Solo?

[outer_space]

What concern is it of yours?

[imahologram]

When people I care about are beaten by strangers, I want to know why. Strange, I know.

[outer_space]

He didn't want to know why.

Does he know you're asking?

[imahologram]

He wanted to get away from you. I can't imagine why.

[She wants to bristle at the question, but she's promised honesty, and she's not going to break her word to Ren.]

I don't tell him everything I do, no.

[outer_space]

I'd ask if this is an attempt to play peacemaker, but I know you.

Keep him away from me.

[imahologram]

That goes without saying.

You still haven't answered my question.

[outer_space]

Remind me what it was.

[imahologram]

A third time?

You're not a stupid man, Kylo Ren. You know what the question is.

[outer_space]

You seem to enjoy repeating it.

[ But he's stalling. He knows it, she knows it.

It's an impossible question. Han Solo shouldn't register to Kylo Ren. Another smuggler, someone of no account.

What he has against Han Solo is that for a moment he, Kylo Ren, admitted the possibility of something else.

The fact that he's still shaken by it. ]

The man is nothing. He's debris, like that ship of his.

[imahologram]

[Which tells her nothing, even if there's nothing about it that seems like a lie.]

Is that how you greet every spacer whose ship you don't like? It seems like a lot of effort for someone who's "nothing."

[outer_space]

He was in my way.

[imahologram]

Literally?

[Come on, Ren, that's kind of pathetic.]

[outer_space]

What else is there?

[ To you? ]

[imahologram]

In a ship big enough to accommodate twenty-foot-tall droids? 'Figuratively' sounds more likely.

How did you meet him anyway?

[outer_space]

I don't remember.

Even if I did, it's unimportant.