[His eyebrows lift for a beat; he hadn't expected her to care about his origins, let alone the First Order itself. Trained, but not a Jedi - kept at Anakin's side (a point he disliked from the moment he sensed it across the distance) and yet she knows of the First Order. An enigma, no matter how he works it over in his mind.]

We rose from the ashes of an Empire brought to ruin by anarchists. [Knowing as little as he does of her, it's difficult to effectively begin to describe how much the galaxy needed their efforts. How much he— lost and abandoned— needed it when the pain of existence crept in and even Skywalker himself failed to temper the storm. Ren's dark eyes glint with the light of the fire, expression tepid. Strained, perhaps, beneath the surface.] The galaxy suffered. The Jedi did nothing, and the New Republic preached peace and inaction in the face of strife. Anguish.

It was the First Order, under the rule of Supreme Leader Snoke, that sought to leash the chaos.