[ he thrashes against the restraints like an animal. spitting and howling. she could surge onward. push through his resistance. navigate the maze of his mind and rip and rip until she got everything she wanted.

but she sees now what it's doing.

she's not quick enough to stop it. not before he gets something of his own. she grits her teeth, trying to hold it back, but — there. it tastes like iron on his teeth. fear that his power is greater than hers, that she is what she has always been. nothing.

she severs the connection, drawing sudden breath as she extricates herself from his mind entirely. ]

So much anger inside of you.

[ push it back on him. she straightens her collar, lifting her chin. ]

Let's give you some time to cool down. Once we've recovered the First Order's property, perhaps we can try again. There is still the matter of your mother.