[ He'd warm up soon enough. The light of Kylo's lightsaber cut out and died, and he turned- it was immediately clear that this was what made him reconnect with himself-or what he knew of himself, anyway. Power and strength. There was no fear, or doubt, or despair in him right now. Even when he looked at Luke's face. He felt none of the usual tug of that old, distant hurt. ]
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Even when he looked at Luke's face. He felt none of the usual tug of that old, distant hurt. ]
Cold?