He could pretend it's the former, that he's shielding his mind from this tech, but (as usual) his face gives his heart away. There's a little twitch in his eye, a pull at the corner of his mouth, like he's forcing back a snarl.

"Maybe I don't need anything from it," he shoots back, his voice sharp (petulant). It's a child's retort.

And now it's Kylo who moves forward, just one step towards the other man, feeling out those emotions bubbling just beneath the surface. It appears he isn't the only one who's conflicted.

"You hate this," he says, as if it's the most plainly obvious observation. "It brings you comfort, but you hate it." There's a moment's hesitation, before he adds, with genuine curiosity: "Why?"