Kylo watches Ronan's face thoughtfully for a moment, as if considering pressing the matter— but ultimately he appears to decide against it. His eyes sweep instead to the pile of reclaimed swords at Ronan's feet, then beyond. Ronan's bed. Nadine's, Lloyd's.

"Tell me about it. The dream."

If Ronan can't or won't dream the solution, then they'll have to deal with the problem one blade at a time. He turns back and grasps the hilt of another.

"I rarely remember mine."