Ronan looks away again. As if that will accomplish anything. As if Kylo's been reading his eyes instead of his mind. His fingers fidget with the leather bands around his wrist, plucking and twisting. There's space for an apology here, but he's never been very good at those. It's possible that's because an apology is never enough for the kinds of sins he commits.

"I don't know what it feels like," he begins slowly. "For you. I figure it's got to feel like a parasite. I take so much from people. My boyfriend was scared of me. My teacher said I've probably killed other dreamers without even knowing it. I eat everything. I get stronger and everything around me dies."

With some effort, he drags his gaze back to Kylo. What the fuck is he supposed to say? He can't even say he didn't mean to do it. He absolutely meant it.

"Do you wish you hadn't done it?"