Ren stopped short, his crackling, fiery blade pausing mid-air.

He'd sensed it. The edges of something, a feeling. Something heavy and achingly, devastatingly destructive, familiar and yet not at all.
Loss.

He whirled round, blade in hand, almost expecting to see someone standing behind him... but the woods were quiet, seemingly empty. He breathed. Reached.

"Come out!" he shouted, certain whoever it was could hear him, extinguishing his lightsaber and clipping it back at his side. "I know you're there--"