His lips press in a hard line, Rey having clearly struck a very raw nerve. You're no Vader. You're just a child in a mask. Snoke's voice still mocked him even after his death. It mocked him in the form of Hux's condescending voice and the men who struggled over which leader to follow.

"You were lucky." He spat back, his temper very much rising again. Why had he even tried to be civil with her? Why had he even bothered? Again and again he dug himself into these holes with her. Neither of them could trust the other, no matter how much they had connected through the Force.

"If you were to fight me now, you'd be lucky again if I didn't kill you." That thirst to prove himself stronger burned red hot in him, showing itself in his clenched fists and tight jaw. He didn't want to fight her and yet the challenge was always there.