Even Ben was surprised he had as much willpower as he did to essentially surrender his weapon to Chewbacca. For the first time in a decade or more, he was actively trying to resist Snoke's influence. He was trying, with all his might, to make his own choice. Snoke, however, had his tendrils around his apprentice's mind and he was not pleased with such blatant disobedience.

He screamed. The sound was harsh and raw, immediately familiar to anyone who had survived torture. But unlike the devices Vader employed at Bespin all those years ago, like Kylo Ren, Snoke needed only the Force. Unlike Kylo Ren, however, he'd perfected the technique.

In the back of his mind, he heard his father telling him to hold on and he felt the ship make the jump almost instantly after takeoff. Everything else was lost beneath the pain.

Distance pried a shaking, sobbing Ben free of Snoke's assault. It left him trembling on the floor like the aftermath of a seizure. A thin line of blood trickled out of his nose and he fought to catch his breath.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He choked between heaving breaths. At first, it sounded like he was apologizing to Han, but it might have been directed towards the Supreme Leader instead. "I can't... I w..won't..."