He honestly contemplated it in that moment - choking the life out of her, showing her his strength, but he knew that wouldn't do him any good. He needed her. She was right. It was more than just this place. Even though she made him angry, she still made happiness rise up in him too. He couldn't explain it or understand it. One moment he was seeing that gaping hole inside of himself, feeling its pull, and the next - a memory. Crystal clear and solid, he could feel her hand touching his. It made his chest ache.

"Fine." He takes a breath, the bite still in that single word. He wanted to hurt her, to show her that her needling him would only end in her pain and not his. It was a reflexive thought after years of vying for Snoke's approval. Rey isn't Snoke, he reminds himself.

"How much do you remember? Do you remember Snoke's ship?" He wanted to know that she remembered her refusal or not. If she didn't, he'd be fine giving her a second chance. If she did, then he knew this would be harder for him. He didn't want to have to keep being reminded of the feelings of rejection he struggled with.