[Oh he had fear enough. Was it colder around here? Because he felt colder. Where the other was making things... die around them, Finn was more making it... colder. At least it felt colder to him. Part of the melted snow that Ren blew up a moment ago was freezing over.]

[If you asked Finn, that wasn't him. That had to be Ren's doing.]

I'm holding onto it for someone else. And why does it matter to you if I'm alive or not. To you I was just an expendable bug to toss around as you needed. Didn't matter how many of us died, did it? I got out of that! I don't want to kill anyone.

[The cold fear heated up a moment later as he started talking. He could say what he wanted to, now. Kind of. They didn't have the same control over him, right? A wave of bravery hit him as he sucked it up, staring at the other.]

What about you? Why are you so intent on throwing lives away?!