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.
With certainty, Techie declared, “No. I don’t. I’m a piece of sh-shit, and truthfully, I *don’t* deserve k-kindness. Nothing and n-nobody is all good or all evil, all b-black or all white. So we’re all pieces of shit with some g-gold mixed in, and even if we don’t deserve good things, people sh-should DO good things to each other.“
To Techie, this all made sense, and he’d obviously thought of this for a while.