"I..." His face crumbles, the façade of strength just falling apart to reveal the anguish underneath. This is why he wears a mask. No sabacc face whatsoever.

"Grandfather, there was... There was a Force user. Young and untrained. She resisted my mind probe when I captured her, and then she and Hux's traitorous stormtrooper defeated me in battle. It's where I got the scar on my face. I was..." He inhales sharply, squeezes his eyes shut. "I was weak. Weakened by Han Solo's death and by the Light that can't be quieted." He shakes his head. And he was injured, but that won't be an excuse to his grandfather, or to him. No excuses.