MENTAL LINK - DAY 166;

[narcissithstic]

[By now, most aboard the station find it easy to recognize the abrasive dig of Kylo Ren's mind, even in its most innocuous state. For those that aren't, however, enjoy your daily dose of discomfort, punctuated by the vastness of the universe itself:]

(I require the assistance of someone capable of mending clothing.)

[...ok, that actually could have been way worse.]

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[narcissithstic]

I am the Master of the Knights of Ren. [So technically, yes. Definitely a knight amongst knights. Insert collar pop here, etc etc-- if it weren't torn.] I lead, they follow.

[Wait, what?] -- a monk?

[whowhatnow]

Wait, really? Like...actual knights? Wow.

[Somehow he really wasn't expecting that like...at all.]

Yeah, you know, those guys in robes who stand around holy places and pray a lot or whatever. I'm sure you've heard of them. Hopefully.

[narcissithstic]

Jedi.

[The thought comes with such a vitriolic mass of hate it might as well adhere itself to Nathaniel's skin. To say there's history here is to call the station an overnight hotel, as far as understatements go.]

No. I am no Jedi.

[whowhatnow]

[Nathaniel: Imagines cute little old aliens and also humans in robes who sometimes get together in certain places they deem important and talk about their respective religions.]

[Ren: IMAGINES HIS WORST ENEMIES EVER.]

[Nathaniel is shocked, to say the least.]

Whoah, whoah, hey there, man, what's the big deal? What? I wasn't trying to...what the hell's a Jedi? Why do you have a serious grudge against monks?

[narcissithstic]

Because I am nothing like them.

[Every word is sharp, like edged wire wrapped around a fence to keep the rest of the world at bay, he both guards and bares what pain threatens to rise to the surface alongside his rage, incapable of masking how the comparison disturbs him. Logically, he should not blame Nathaniel for knowing no better— but logic doesn't soothe his torment. It never has. Somewhere else on the station, something fragile is being broken.

And when it's done, he sounds...better, if such a scale even exists for someone like Kylo Ren.]

If you're so curious about their hypocritical existence, I would suggest speaking with Ahsoka Tano or Anakin Skywalker.

[whowhatnow]

[Reminder to self: never bring up monks around Kylo Ren ever again.]

Uh...are you going to be okay there? [Like seriously, this has dived deep into "OH GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE" territory. He was trying to make a harmless comment about his robes, gosh darn it.] Okay, okay, I won't call you a monk! You're totally a knight. Just...try not to destroy the entire station please? Or me? Please don't destroy me, thank you, I like me very much.

And ask them? Why, are they Jedi experts?

[narcissithstic]

I'm fine.

[As is the station, aside from a little minor damage. No scars that won't heal, he imagines.

Don't worry, Nathaniel, Kylo Ren isn't currently charging the station hunting for you; he's busy swallowing down his torment like bile welling in his throat.]

They -are- Jedi.

[whowhatnow]

[Oh.]

[Awkwaaaaaaaaaard.]

That...makes sense. Got it. I kind of remember something of the like from Ahsoka's whole mental thing but, uh, I kind of forgot the name. Good to know.

Uh, so what are you, some kind of anti-Jedi?

[narcissithstic]

[The connection narrows with a jolt of dread— suddenly weak and unfitted like a rope gone slack, and then, in an instant, Ren drops it entirely.]