His head bobbed in a stiff nod, picking at his own eggs, the yolks spilling out a rich yellow across his plate.

"I'm glad it wasn't," he admitted, one corner of his mouth twitching into a very faint smile. He had thought of it so often. Dreamed about it. Fantasized. The two of them, ruling side by side, bringing about a new order to the galaxy. Lies fed to him by Snoke, by Palpatine, all thoughts which he'd foolishly tricked himself into believing were his own. He'd lapped them up eagerly, ever the obedient attack dog.

"And now, it seems, I have to live as him. That's the hard part, isn't it?"