That name... his past was as inescapable as the Supreme Leader himself.

When his eyes finally lifted, it wasn't in Maz's direction. Instead, he warily looked to his father, seeking some kind of confirmation that it would be all right. That he wasn't about to be tortured. The timid expression made him look smaller than he was. Han might even picture a tiny Ben Solo with a skinned knee, wondering if his fist bacta patch is going to hurt.