Kylo can feel it, of course. Ronan, looking to him, waiting for his judgement. It's soothing in a way nothing else could be, calming the remnant of his earlier panic— already such a twisting, confusing memory that his mind makes little effort to catalog it. How could a three dimensional object process the experience of being crushed back into two?

He examines Declan, instead, staring him down, matching him to the vague shape he occupies in Ronan's memories. The complications of a dynamic he simply isn't equipped to understand, having never had a protector, unwanted or otherwise.

No. He can't, Kylo reminds himself, destroy Declan Lynch without destroying part of Ronan, too. The damage already done speaks to that.

"This. Is my home," Kylo begins, his voice much thicker, now. Stronger. Richer. "And I told you to shut that off, or leave."