[Kylo, with his ability to see in the minds of others exactly what they think and feel about him, has met plenty of mirrors.

Some reflections he likes more than others. Some are far more flattering and pleasant to look at. He's always enjoyed the way he appears in Kavinsky's thoughts, whenever he catches a glimpse of the particular colours of challenge and power the dream thief chooses to paint him with.

A thin smile pulls over his face at the question.]

I've done a lot of things that might be considered the worst of all my sins, depending on who you asked. I've inflicted a lot of wounds. Which would you like to judge me on? The deepest? Or the cruelest. The wickedest.