He felt as if he hadn't slept in days, even if he had only been laying in bed not an hour ago. Kylo felt shaken, like a closed bottle filled with gel and beads; the beads hadn't settled yet. The fighting had been so invigorating. The deaths had been so sorrowful for others. And he stood somewhere between pitying those that had lost someone and some sick sense of pride for having finally protected something at all.
He followed his Master out of the temple after about thirty minutes, sensing her presence exiting the space entirely. When he arrived at the ruins he looked upon it with that passive yet critical stare and then sighed.
"I take it you cannot sleep either," Kylo said, breaking the silence of the world in the wake of such destruction.