You talk as if making soul contact with Oscar Isaac is a bad thing.

But that's not Oscar Isaac. That's a lifeless, soulless, plastic imitation. The kind that gets haunted; and then, when you wake up, you have sleep paralysis; and out of the corner of your eye, you see the head turn in your direction, an evil glint in the eyes.

It's still not as bad as the Luke Skywalker head from a couple months back.

I have lived long enough to see the same eyes in different people. I see your eyes. I know your eyes.