Techie froze and felt ice run through his veins. Why is Kylo Ren, of all people, talking to him?! The blood is pulsing so hard in his ears that he doesn’t even know what the man is saying, and can only stare blankly at him.
“Um, ah,” he says, very intelligently.
And then bolts for the nearest exit.
Techie paused and thought it over. He said gently, “Let m-me ask you this: do you think *I* deserve good th-things to happen to me?”
He sat on the edge of his cot and twined his fingers together in his lap.