[Honestly, not blaming him was part of the problem. He had used her as a means to an end. Her showing up had been his opportunity to kill his master. He regretted that she was suffering for it now but at the time he'd seen it as necessary to keep up the facade and he hadn't cared at all about what it would do to her. He knows he shouldn't care now, but seeing her pain and feeling it so acutely as if it were his own was enough to sway him to sympathy.

His gaze drops to her hand, her small fingers peeking out from her blankets to reach for him just as she'd done in her little hut on Luke's island. Like a moth to the flame, he's drawn to her. He reaches out to her, threading his fingers in hers and inching closer as he got more comfortable. He lets out a shaky breath, trying to remember how much he hated this girl and yet his thoughts are full of how she drew him into her orbit, intriguing him endlessly.

She had seemed so completely average, strapped to that chair with her eyes closed while he watched her through his mask. It wasn't until she woke up that he understood how much more she was. The Force had clearly intended to vex him with her unwavering presence for the rest of his days.]

I could feel your pain as if it was my own. You opened up the connection to me. Was that just unconsciously done or was it something else?

[Perhaps it was better he didn't know.]