"Noticed that." Even as Chronos, he's never learned to hold his tongue. He's never seen the point. He walks deeper into the flames, toward Kylo, goosebumps traveling up his arms at each one that licks close. He hates and loves it--hates that fire still has such power over him, loves the flames like he's come home after a long, long time away.

"You shield your mind from it or are you just that miserable?"