Kylo looked down at the man, he sneered a bit. He knelt down to his level and gave a small smirk “Anything? You mean that do you? What do you have to offer me, pathetic man?” he held his hair to make him look at him in the eyes.
Looking aghast at Ren’s words, Techie shakes his head. “N-no, I… I want to l-live for a long t-time.” Quietly, he adds, “If I d-didn’t I wouldn’t be in the F-first Order at all.”
His tremors have calmed down to just a manageable shake. Techie reaches for his toolbelt and takes out a long, thin tube with a rounded, hollow end and scurries towards the sonic, disconnecting the pipes and lodging the tube near the clogged section.
As the little vaccuum hums to life, Techie asks, “Can’t y-you do this too? With th-the F-force?” He figures there’s no harm in asking; the worst has passed and Kylo Ren said he wouldn’t kill him. Techie can probably handle anything else that might happen. Or so he hopes.