Whatever Kylo was expecting to find, it wasn't this. He stops at the edge of the hole, staring down in silence at the strange tableau as if a few more moments will make sense of it— or quiet the stirring sense that somehow, somewhere, he's seen all this before.

It doesn't work.

"You aren't one of mine," Kylo says.

He crouches at the mouth of the dungeon, running his fingers curiously over the metal bars as if trying to determine their function. Surely the opening itself would be out of reach for the boy inside?

"Are you."