Something happens as Ronan watches Kylo work his magic. He hardly looks at the sword, because he already knows what it will do. His eyes remain on Kylo, reading him, staring at the subtle curve of his mouth.

He makes the magic look effortless, but that's not all. It's the way he does it, so proud to show off, so pleased to finally show Ronan what he can do. Like he's never been ashamed of this. Ronan's heart beats faster with the promise of a future like this, with magic everywhere, wielded by men who never allowed themselves to fear it. He aches with envy and longing.

What he says is, "That's pretty cool. Why are your arms so big if you never need to use them?"