Why would he need her power? He was a weapon, himself, and one tired of serving the whims of someone who had never truly appreciated him for anything other than that. There had been a long time in which Kylo had thought that Snoke had his best interests in mind in some way, but in enough time, he'd proven that thought wrong over and over again.

What he wanted was a new start, free from that. With someone to help guide him as an equal, not as a servant, or a new master. But that had been too much to hope for, it seemed.

Whatever words he might have expected from her, those weren't it. "Why?" he can't help asking, though a part of him understands entirely, through memories of the days when he still strived to live up to the heroic Jedi image everyone expected of him, even as a much darker voice whispered into his head.