"I can feel what it is," Kylo murmurs, gaze sliding away towards the very centre of the Horizon, the unseen artifact at its core. He can't see it from here, of course, but he doesn't need to.

"Can't you?"

Hm. Perhaps not, considering all the imaginary substances she's been partaking in. Even if she were as sensitive to the draw and flow of the Force as he is, that much indulgence would be quite the obstacle. He glances down at the bright red cup still in his hand, then to the smoke drifting into invisibility as it dissipates.