Kylo looms as a necessity really, the withered grass at his feet sizzling softly though never quite bursting into flame. He's quite a comfortable heat source to sit beside, and probably will be right up to the moment he very violently isn't— but he poses no real threat here, anyway. Nothing does. (For now, at least. The Horizon is likely no more stable in its behaviour than he is.)

"You have it inside out," Kylo offers. "It isn't about helping them, defending them, agreeing with them... or about wanting to go back. The Singularity is the key to all magic. All worlds. Understanding its power would make anything possible. That's what I want."