To Rey, despite her closeness to his two children, Darth Vader was a boogeyman. A scary story to tell children to keep them from getting out of bed in the middle of the night. Kriff, she'd told herself those stories when she was a child, sleeping in her AT-AT. The notion of him actually being brought here was almost laughable.

...famous last words.

"I'm not! I'm not saying a word. There's...there's far too much at stake for her to not live her life the way she's supposed to. As awful as it is." The destruction of Alderaan. The Hosnian System of Leia's time. A full display of both the power of and moral depravity of the Empire. The First Order.

A son, seemingly lost to darkness.

And Rey is a terrible liar. She'd be amazed that she hadn't given even more away to Poe.

"No. Cipher Nine is...intelligent. Well-dressed. I think they want us to focus on the well-dressed and miss the intelligent part. And there's another, but I haven't interacted with him personally. If he meant harm, surely he would have tipped his hand by now, right?"

She honestly didn't know.