He did feel like a completely different person. What he had become for Snoke, for the First Order, for the dark side, it wasn't who he was now. It had never truly been what he'd wanted to be. Ben wouldn't have admitted it then. No, then he would have been stubborn and driven his lightsaber into anyone who tried to sway him back. Because he had believed there was nothing for him on the other side. That life of being a Jedi and following his uncle had been too corrupted by his own anger and deeds. He had believed that there was no chance at redemption.
Sometimes, he still believed that but here at the hotel, he could pretend that he did. Whatever afterlife this was, he would accept it whole heartedly. There was everything here that he wanted.
Except for his mother. But perhaps that was his punishment.
Ben snapped his head toward Finn when he made the same suggestion that he had been contemplating since he first got into one of these bubbles. He hadn't expected such a thing to come out of the other's mouth. "We could but it would take a lot of, pardon the pun, force." Ben slyly took out another couple of chocolates for them both.
"You don't know how to swim?" How ironic that Phasma hadn't known either. Except Ben wasn't sure if Finn was open to taking swimming lessons from him of all people. Still, it would be polite to offer. "I love to swim. There's a pool back home you could learn in. And when you're feeling brave enough, I always swim in the lake when I wake up."