He can sense that guilt. He knows that guilt. That shame. "I was thirteen when he got his hands on me. His hooks in me. He knows what he's doing. He did it to Maul, to Sly Moore, others. Maul was five, Moore was a toddler. He made you think he cared about you. All while engineering your torture. Even knowing what he was, I couldn't leave. Not then." Now he was, clearly. "If Snoke was an agent of his, it's no wonder you couldn't pull yourself away." He knew, he understood. It infuriated him that he did but better for Kylo now.