[The scent of ozone suddenly fills the air as Ren tenses, his hands curling into fists over his knees. All humor and any semblance of a good mood vanishes without a trace.

How dare he. How dare Dameron bring that up, that issue he'd clearly seen was sensitive to the knight. And then to punctuate it with that statement—it's too much. Ren rises to his full height, seething and trembling with rage.]

You—hypocrite. [His eyes bore into the pilot's, only the barest hint of pain hidden within the hatred and anger there. He lets out a shaky breath between his bared teeth.]

You don't get to say that to me. You don't get to dismiss me when you've ignored every single one of my attempts to get you to stop prying where you're not welcome.

[The glass of the back door cracks, a faint rumble becoming audible as Ren's thoughts turn even darker.]

If it weren't for all of you... For you and the traitor... [Han wouldn't have gotten involved. Kylo wouldn't have been driven to kill him. Han could have simply remained a smuggler elsewhere in the galaxy, perhaps unhappy, but alive.]