[ she stops in her pacing and turns to look at him. of course, she's behind him, so he wouldn't know it except through the fact that she doesn't come around the other side of the rack that holds him. that, and the force. stars, the question itself seems to make him burn brighter. insult to injury. ]

If I were in your position, I wouldn't be worrying about others.

[ maybe that's the difference between growing up like he did and growing up like she did. she didn't get the luxury of worrying about anyone else. she'd never had anyone to worry about in the first place, let alone someone to show her how to do it.

she comes around to stand in front of him. ]

Would you die for her?

[ his mother, of course. she doesn't want to ask him to choose his fate, but she's curious. if she did, would he have her kill him? would he foolishly hope to withstand the pressure of snoke's hand, only to turn and kill his own mother? ]

Tell me the truth. I'll know if you're lying.