Kylo digests that confession for a while, nothing but the sound of their breathing breaking the silence between them. He imagines a world without the heaving tide of the Force flowing through and tugging on everything, a reality where it had been tamed into lines— like trading corridors between planets, or water trained into canals.

Hideous.

"Unnatural," he comments. "If magic is what you call the Force. That's the name we give it, where I am from. The connection between all things. The strain and balance surrounding, penetrating and binding together everything that exists. Anything made to limit it should be destroyed."