Chronos stiffens a little (a lot). Kylo speaks like he knows Chronos's mind, like he can tell things about him that no one but the Time Masters really can. Their surroundings burn a little brighter, a little hotter, and Chronos curses the place for giving him away.

"We're not on the playground, kid. 'No, you' doesn't carry weight with me."

He forces himself to sound unbothered, when he's anything but. Intrusively, he imagines going after Kylo, casting aside restraint and training and beating the kid into the ground.

If there's one thing he's broadcasting, loud and clear, it's that he doesn't like people inside his head.