Why not? she asked. Why was he no longer a Jedi? That was a long and tiresome story, these days. Plus, she was too smiley to crush. Like Kytana's little baby Willow who seemed to see the good in him--like a foolish child--this woman seemed to be too kind. Too curious.
"I chose another path," he said and allowed it to be as such. It was the truth but it was not the elaborate definition behind his person. He need not tell her he had slain many Jedi, that he had turned on his master and sought the absolute destruction of the Jedi thought. No. She didn't need to know.
"My name is Kylo Ren," he then told her as he hung his shirt and robes over his arm. It was too warm for all of that.