"Why would I want this?" A man older than her, styling himself Kylo Ren and appearing in visions granted by the Force--visions that offer nothing but the promise of darkness. A man whose reaction to the sight of his own father is inexplicable violence. No one could possibly long for that from their child, least of all Leia.

For a moment, she grits her teeth, wondering what she can possibly say that might--well, what does she want her words to do? Convince Ben of Han's worth, draw him out of this fit of pique and into a conversation, goad him into an explanation that actually explains. (A small part of her doesn't care what her words do, so long as they strike him with enough force to leave a mark. That's the part she ignores--the part she's going to have to start thinking about more in the future. It seems like it must be a form of darkness in itself.)

"I've seen my son." The words come out easily enough, but behind that straightforward tone lies a nest of uncertainty. This might be the one person Leia can't fool with a diplomat's poise. "I've heard him tell me he missed me. If you think I'm going to go without some kind of an explanation--adversaries, Ben? Adversaries?"