Her words struck a chord, and he felt them deep within. It wasn't like the call of the light - that he knew all too well. This seemed to bubble up from a hidden place in Ren's heart that he didn't even know existed, perhaps because no light had ever escaped from there before. It was a black hole, expansive and inescapable. It was swallowing him. Miro was speaking a great truth.

But Kylo Ren was not so eager to listen to this truth. At least, not yet. He punched his injured side again, just to pull himself back out of the void. When she stood, so did he, shaking with barely-contained rage.

"There is always something to destroy! My father is dead, but Skywalker still lives. I will find him and the girl, kill them both and even the Supreme Leader will be in awe of what I have accomplished!"

The anger was there. The pain was there. But a lot of his words rang hollow. He was convincing himself more than he was convincing her. He wouldn't admit it, but he likely knew it.

"No one will take my destiny from me! Especially not the likes of you!"