You're lying.

[Not entirely -- she believes that she does not miss Kylo Ren. She misses Ben Solo, who is dead. But she is not studious enough to separate their faces, their bodies. Only their mannerisms. And that won't be enough, once she has been tied to his bed for long enough.]

I know enough.

[She has succeeded in shutting down his concern for how she might perceive him -- if she wants the monster, then that's what she'll get. It is easier to lean into, without the hope there to guide him elsewhere.]

I know that you blame me for all of them. That's alright. Everyone always gives up eventually. I can bear this too.

[His thumb traces up along her lip, admiring the feel of them with bare fingers, mindful of the joint should she decide to try and bite down. She is not quite skin and bones yet, but he can spot the signs of malnutrition. Whether or not she eats, she will need an IV of fluids and nourishment. It would be the quickest way to get her healthy again.]

Fight, if you need. But what's done is done, and the galaxy needs us now.