Ronan has been at this for hours now, but the pile of dislodged swords is just a fraction of the number remaining to be pried from the rest of the room. It looks like he started with Kylo's bed, for whatever reason, though even with half the swords removed from it, it's unfit for occupancy now or ever again.

With his back to the door, he doesn't notice Kylo's arrival until he speaks. Then Ronan freezes, his shoulders tensing while he tries to work out Kylo's mood without having to face him. His hands remain wrapped around the hilt of the sword he'd been working to free from the wood, white-knuckled.

"I wasn't kidding," Ronan says, "about the nightmares."