Kylo stares, his breathing unnatural and ragged. He's given this creature dread and fear, and now he receives the punishment for it. In his arms he has Ronan, so much of Ronan as to be indistinguishable from the original— terrified and begging for his life, already knowing it won't be enough.

Ronan had never been afraid of him. But this isn't Ronan, is it? It's what Kylo fears he could be. A Ronan who would look at him and see a monster.

"No," he says, his voice beginning as a low, tightly measured thing but quickly swelling into vicious, violent panic. He doesn't let go. "No, you're not running away from me. Are you Ronan Lynch? Are you? Do you think I could do that to you, to him? Is that what you think I am?"