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[Are they done?

Dameron was the one who invited him here, apparently to inform him he's earned a special treat for being good, and supposedly that's what it means to have principles. If you're Poe Dameron.

Kylo blinks up at him, irritable with mild confusion and the sense he's being patronised.]

You can call it whatever you like. I did something I wanted to, something I knew was necessary, and I made use of the resources at my disposal. Do you think it matters to me whether or not you think I've been good? Am I supposed to be grateful for your approval? Or is it the prize of some vague, unspecified favour from you that's supposed to be enough of a reward to condition my behaviour.

[His chin tips up a fraction further. His eyes narrow. Dameron's likely the delivery of one last parting shot and an irritable curse under his breath away from shooting off into the night on his flying rug, so Kylo gives him this to take with him:]

Why did you ask me here, Dameron? You know you have nothing of value to give me in payment even if I required it of you.

I don't know.

[ He snaps it too fast, something he didn't mean to admit, his power working against him again. He wants to bite through his own arm in frustration but he doesn't. He also doesn't fly away. Because he did feel like he needed to be here, to have this conversation, he just has yet to understand why he felt compelled or what it even was he felt compelled to do. But fine. He's already halfway admitted as much. ]

I don't know why I'm trying, okay? It's not about - just forget the favour, then, forget I said anything and I'll just repay it when I find the chance. You obviously don't get the entire concept and I'm done trying to explain it.

The point was that we needed to talk about it, didn't we? Or were we just supposed to - to do that, to work together, to achieve something, and then to pretend it never happened?

[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.

Yeah, well, the rest of the planet wasn't there. And I'd rather them think that nothing happened than for them to have witnessed the planet blow up. So we still won.

[ He paused, wondering for a second if Kylo meant that he'd poisoned him or something, so unable to consider that Kylo meant something good that he was scrambling to think of something he'd done that was bad. But after a moment he recalled it. ]

You mean the spark? [ He frowned. ] Yeah, sorry. Usually I prefer to ask, but you looked like you needed it.

It's one of my powers. The newest one. Because everyone else can blow up things and set people on fire, so why bother giving Dameron something useful. [ He hadn't meant to complain about that, either, and he bit his cheek to stop himself. ]

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