[The agreement isn't exactly unexpected, but a part of her had been hoping he'd refuse to indulge her. It'd make her feel less awkward, and likely less curious in the short-term (less so, in the long-term). He reminds her of Anakin in a few ways, which is maybe why she's willing to believe they might be related.

The hair, too. Anakin's new haircut is far too similar to Ren's own. So much so that it weirds her out a little. But Ahsoka turns around more readily now to look at Ren, and her age becomes slightly more apparent in how she looks at him with curious eyes slowly narrowing.

And just as her age becomes apparent, so does her war-won wisdom -- too vast and perceptive for one so young.]

I sense...the weight you carry with you. But your hatred--

[There's no easy way to pose this question, and she frowns for it. She had never really had the opportunity to ask -- and frankly she had never wanted to know the answer before now. But Kylo Ren was not a natural Sith apprentice. There was Light in him, however it was shadowed by the Dark.

She could not say the same for Dooku or Ventress.]

I don't think you were stolen as a youngling. You weren't raised by the Sith--I've faced several. You don't fight like them. So why have you...chosen that path?