Kylo doesn't believe in apologies. He's never been able to imagine one that could soothe his hurt or right the wrongs done to him— how could anything do that? Nothing rewinds the past. No-one can take back what they've done.

He can't.

"Ronan," he interrupts, alarmed, putting out an arm to reach for him, strong hand seizing his shoulder. Ronan's ring is still on his finger, right where he dreamt it could be. "Always. I meant it. Every word."

This wasn't the plan. Ronan has to know that, doesn't he? He has to. "I wanted to show you."

It isn't the gesture Kylo had hoped for now, maybe, but he presents it all the same. Clutched horribly tight as evidence between his thumb and forefinger is a ring, formed of silver from a mask he no longer needs.