Ben. Why has Ronan never heard that name before? Ben. Kylo answers to it, his expression shedding its practiced indifference as he finally looks at Rey. She's telling him, "When we touched hands, I saw your future. Just the shape of it, but solid and clear. You will not bow before Snoke. You'll turn." And then she leans in, adding in a whisper, "I'll help you."

Ronan's heart hurts. He can't tell whether it's his own hurt or a part of the memory. Why has he never heard about any of this? All this time, he's been calling Kylo by the wrong name. Imagining the wrong life. All this time, and Ronan knows nothing, while this girl knows everything.

Kylo is countering, "I know when the moment comes, you'll be the one to turn. You'll stand with me." And Ronan — though he feels like he's been blind until now — can see that this is a wish, not a prophecy.

Ronan laughs, bitter and humorless, when the doors of the elevator open to reveal a blood-colored throne room. He's seen echoes of it in the Horizon, in Kylo's domain, and he had always imagined it as a reflection of Kylo's own throne. How stupid he feels, that he hadn't considered the seat belonged to someone else before Kylo. The power of his position had been obvious to Ronan, but not the evil that came with it. It's taken this ridiculous, cartoonish display to open Ronan's eyes. He's been such a fool.