"Your body... it wasn't under your control," Kylo murmurs, his tone similarly hushed. "I watched you drive a dagger into your own chest, then fell with you to the ground. I saw them try to save you..."

He lets the rest pass unsaid, more concerned with watching the trepidation and discomfort twisting Rhy's face.

"You're ashamed. Even now. Why? What is it you feel you could you have done?"