[The conversation suddenly feels uncomfortable, and like it doesn't belong to her. She shudders visibly and has to shake off the strange, deep-seated apathy that tries to sink into her blood when she recognizes it as foreign.

She stands so abruptly that she bumps her montrals on the ceiling.]

Why--are you like this?

[Raised as a Jedi, she knows better than to let emotion run rampant as Kylo Ren chooses to, and the presence of it stresses her as much as the inability to banish it does. A forced swallow calms her down, and she finds a handhold on the wall as her breathing regulates again.

Serenity. Peace. Calm.]

Look--I know. He's been through way worse. I know he'll be fine. You don't have to keep saying it like I don't know.

[There is strong determination in her voice, so strong that she almost believes it herself. But not having him near where she can monitor him is a cause for concern -- she can't help that.

But like hell is she going to let Kylo Ren try to pretend he cares about her.]