New game. [kavinsky grins at that, quick and boyish, but there are still probably too many teeth. a charming landshark in khakis. this is him at his most agreeable.

to be fair, it's a lot better than his least agreeable.] The things I make are good at bleeding. They get confused about what it's for. Like it does anybody any good, keeping it on the inside.

[before, kavinsky had wandered nearer. now, he saunters away, feigning to pay less attention to kylo ren. more attention, instead, to the stump that the force master was using to chop wood. he hops onto the stump and looks down.] Can I ask you a question? [he says.] Don't answer it like you're trying to teach me some shit. Just answer it like you mean it.