[What isn't strange about meeting like this? Honestly, gramps. Still, Kylo suspects it might not be wise to open with the very messy family history Anakin here has yet to live through. The suffering and torment lying in wait. The rasp of a ventilator. The power.]

It's not how I imagined it.

[Nailed... it...? He runs his hands over the tunic in his lap one more time, then pulls it back on.]

Kylo Ren. You won't have heard of me.