Carry a stone for the Forgotten

"Kylo Ren is dead," she snarls, every syllable of her arch enemy’s name an open wound that refuses to heal. "I killed him myself."

The smuggler smiles, a crooked smile that reminds her less the man meant to be forgotten--and more his father. "So, you're the Last Jedi..." he says.

His eyes, she notices, hold no recognition.