[ So this man is one of Ren's broodmates; from the scant explanations she's received, in addition to the understanding she's gleaned of her own brood, it means they share much more — they share emotions, pain, more intimate than just intentional or unintended projected thoughts. She eyes him warily, skeptically, for a long moment.

After that long assessment, she lowers her eyes and shakes her head. ]

You were right not to. If you'd interrupted him, who knows what he might've done. He'd wanted my saber, and — [ a minute frown, her brows creasing slightly ] — to teach me a lesson of some sort, and I don't think he would have stopped simply because you're in his brood.

[ Nevermind that it was actually she who struck first, and Sam likely felt the repercussions of that.

And then she can't help herself — ] — What is it like? Doesn't he — try to tear your mind apart? Like a...giant, entitled child?