He's getting better. Still not great, but progress is being made, he isn't using the force, and he's not getting mad and storming off when most of his shots fail to connect. Talking is going to throw him off further. It's good, though, learning to shoot while there are distractions. In a fight, no one is going to be quiet so he can concentrate.

"Twenty-nine." The fourteen years spent with Snoke didn't do much for his maturity. A fifteen year-old boy is more easily provoked and manipulated than a man who has learned some self-control. "And you?"