Memories, Hux. Ghosts, reflections of the truth— what I showed you exists because the Finalizer existed, not because I took you there. [If he strains with everything he has he might eventually scrape up fragments of the Outer Rim at best: unfocused little scraps of thought, like glitched code or the hissing static of a failed transmission. The cost would be unfathomable. His mind would suffer, his body might weaken for it; if the Supreme Leader himself can't manage it, Ren knows better than to leap forwards towards that risk as he is now.

He turns, expression set and unflinching, stare fixed.] Through the Force, all things are possible.

[That much he agrees on.] But the Force wages war within me - the symbiote fights its hold. I feel all of it and it takes all of me to control it.

The only time it eases is when I sleep in the Nesting Deck.

[More than he's ever known since birth.] I will never have a clear mind—

But you can, General.