[ Oh, she sees it. Feels it. The way the chord she struck felt similar yet uniquely different from the one that belonged to his droid. Such a big heart the pilot has. So many feelings for others.

How utterly exhausting that must be. Kylo can't relate. There's no one remotely close enough to her that could be threatened and invoke such an emotional response. Not even the single other member of her family; Kylo would kill the woman who was her mother with less hesitance than she killed her father. Leia meant nothing to her now. People were pawns. Weaknesses for others. A Supreme Leader had no need for weakness.

Kylo lifts a brow as she gives him an expectant look, waiting a few moments to see if Poe will finish his thought. When he doesn't she lets the Force finish it for him, her power dipping briefly into his mind. ]

Hmm, yes, I could do that. Or I could torture him to death. [ She shrugs a shoulder, her fingers trailing through his hair even as he radiates anger and discontent. ] Perhaps I should subject him to a similar fate to yours, hmm? Give myself a matching pair of toys. [ Now she's purposely trying to provoke him. It's good practice for when the First Order does eventually capture someone else from the Resistance. ]