That was that, then. What else could they do? Lashing out aimlessly wasn't going to help, and whatever time limit they were against wasn't something they could broadcast in the hopes of making the First Order move up Junior's importance in their plans. No one had any idea what — or who, really — they were sitting on with his capture. It was mostly a curse, but a minor blessing since it gave them time to sit down and talk before everything would crumble down around them.

"And we move together," Junior said, feeling a dread that somehow Ben still hadn't gotten onto that same thought. It was paranoia, plain and simple, his faith in Ben not extending to Ben's own well-being. Not after all this time in the hands of Snoke. Ben needed someone to watch out for him just like he had done for Junior when they were small. Lifetimes ago.

Regardless of that thought, he really did need to rest. Sighing, Junior tried to settle further into the cot and turned his gaze to the ceiling. "It's too bad you can't stay, but I doubt there's a way to excuse you sitting by a prisoner's side the entire time he's sleeping."