[Kylo's head tilts, slightly. He watches Ezra drawing back into himself, breath by breath. Crushing everything unacceptable under the surface. That little display? That wasn't practice.]
Is it. Do you know what you want, Ezra? Why you came to me, now, rather than anyone else?
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That little display? That wasn't practice.]
Is it.
Do you know what you want, Ezra? Why you came to me, now, rather than anyone else?