Passing out repeatedly after giving himself a brain hemorrhage isn't Rokuro's idea of a good time either, but shit happens. Violently and frequently. This battle isn't the most brutal or bloody he's taken part in, and yet it may be the most challenging.

Without his heirloom weapons, master, and sworn comrades, to protect and guide him, Rokuro is over-relying on his most easily accessible and damaging powers rather than fighting in a more conservative, intelligent way. This new enemy is terrifying, and the unfamiliar world surrounding him even more-so.

Unconscious, Rokuro is granted a brief reprieve from the chaos. While he would never admit as much aloud (and thankfully doesn't have to), there is a certain comfort in being carried and held close that his body responds to, and his eye slivers open a moment before closing again. Straddling the line of consciousness.

"Moon." Low and breathy, vaguely lifting a hand towards the night sky. Attempting to make his 'preference' known. Kylo likely won't understand the context, but if he sets Rokuro down (or holds him) anywhere bathed in moonlight, he will recover more easily-- though not effortlessly or immediately. Kylo will have to be momentarily patient.