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.]

Comments

[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.]