What a silly girl. Then again he supposed given his own history of wiping out those that could wield a light saber and the general decline of the Jedi it might not be all that odd a question. To him, however, it was almost a waste of time. Until he remembered he was meant to be having conversations and meeting people, because that was how you remained sane; by talking to people. His uncle was probably a wreck if only because he exiled himself...but that was a thought for another time.
"Yes, it is," Kylo Ren said with a nod as he stopped moving roughly five paces from Lily. His hand felt over the long battered hilt of the lightsaber before both hung at his sides. A fidget fixed his should strap around the scar, then moved through his hair to push some of the dark strands from his face.