[ Every answer he can think: the grandson of Lord Vader, the son of Generals Solo and Organa, the nephew of the legendary Luke Skywalker, the Supreme Leader of the First Order, the master of the Knights of Ren, they're all so wrapped up in other people, and in conflicts unfolding in a galaxy so far from here, that none of them would be a true answer.

That such a simple question can leave him speechless is almost as laughable as it is infuriating. He swallows, saying two words that he never thought he'd say. Words that make him think of the last person to make any connection with him, however fleeting. ]

I'm nobody.

[ There's some freedom in saying that, he finds. He expected to feel nauseated at the words, but instead, there's a stab of exhileration, however brief.

As to the question... ]

Somebody wanted me dead. I fought back. His friend... interfered.

[ He looks at Leonard, glowering darkly at the memory. ]

I didn't start the fight, if you can believe it. But I was going to finish it.