[Kylo frowns. Because Dameron doesn't know why he's here. There's no plan or agenda. There is something, some kind of question he doesn't even recognise tying him in place, keeping their eyes locked— but it's like being expected to understand a foreign language.

Which it is, in many ways. Another person's experiences always are.]

The rest of this miserable planet seems to be content to pretend nothing ever happens. [He complains flatly. It's something to say. And then:] You did something to me. Up there.