Here is specifically what I’m talking about:
Something on the floor caught Kylo’s eye. He knelt, his gloved fingers closing on a pair of golden dice linked by a short chain.
As Kylo stared at them he sensed something else - a tremor in the Force, the prelude to a familiar connection.
He stared at Rey. She stared back at him, her gaze level and unafraid. There was no hatred in her eyes, but there was no compassion, as there once had been, either.
“Come back,” he begged, pushing the image of a little girl pleading with a ship bearing her parents away. “Please.”
Evidently, Rey didn’t appreciate the memory. He heard the sound of the Falcon’s door sealing shut as the connection was severed, leaving Kylo alone in the gloom with his father’s dice resting in the palm of his upraised hand. A moment later, they too faded and vanished.
Kylo felt empty inside. But then a mysterious voice from his childhood spoke directly into his mind.
Find me on Exegol.