Kylo clenched his fists, breathing through the pain.

"Darth Vader was ruined by sentimentality. Skywalker destroyed a great man with his mind tricks. I will... I will not be seduced by the light..."

It sounded too close to an empty promise for his own comfort. He was here, on board his father's ship, wasn't he? With the old man and the Resistance supporters still alive? Unforgivable. The Supreme Leader was more of a father figure than Han Solo ever was. And like a child, Kylo Ren could expect to be punished for his weakness.

"Take your hands off of me! That's enough!!" He stumbled back, actively scraping bacta from his skin. "Don't... Don't make me do something I... you'd regret!"

Even his threat seemed hollow.

It was pretty plain to see, Han Solo - your son was being torn apart.