[ That he calls them fantasies brings a stinging sensation to her eyes. Mostly because she knows it to be true. She means nothing to any of them. To anyone. She could get swallowed up in the Narrow Sea and no one would ever know her name. No one but Ren, and to him, she was no more than the map she'd seen. ]

What work? It's not your King's work.

[ Always his king, never 'the' king. Perhaps the result of a child whose early years were spent in Dorne. Perhaps just a good measure of how the lowborn feel about Snoke. ]

Why are you chasing Skywalker if not for him? If you want me to bring you to him, at least tell me that.