[That's a flash of rather playfully wicked camaraderie Kylo wasn't expecting— from this man or indeed anyone else. He eyes his biscuit-wielding benefactor with cautious fascination that looks... a lot like suspicion, really. Still...]

I'm not worried.

[He is. Not scared, because very little actually frightens him any more, but it's all too easy to be anxious when you know you don't know everything being planned for you. And the best way to relieve that itch? Rampant paranoia, of course. Kylo leans in.]

If they simply needed more practitioners of the magic they use here to fight their war, they could be teaching their own people. Something about our powers— the abilities we have. Had. New magic. That's what makes all this worth the effort.

Have you seen what they do with the failures?