Ben still seemed genuinely displeased with this, and followed in step with her. Making his way down the stairs with her and towards the dining area where everyone would be, he felt his grip in her hand tighten and tense up. He really did not want to do this, and he could already feel the anger boiling within him when he saw the family.
Flashes entered his mind, his parents torn open, laying dead on the floor; his Uncle, wand in hand, desperately trying to call out defensive spells as he lay there dying. A smirk spread over Ben's lips at the mere flash, but then shook his head.
He said nothing as he came in with Rey, looking to her with a look that suggested anger at being dragged into this.