Kylo Ren looked away from Katherine in silence and to his wrist where he adjusted the strap of his glove. It was an idle motion, something to keep him busy while he considered her question. How did he live with it? How did he shoulder the weight of the lives he had taken? No one had ever asked him that before.
No one had ever cared, or was even slightly curious enough to question it.
"I suppose while I did it I was thinking of my grandfather. He was a strong man that stopped at nothing to reach his goals." His arms went slack at his side as he was ready to fight.
"I chose not to stop over a lost life to obtain mine and fulfill his unfinished journey. They were insignificant. They meant nothing to me. My father was--his death--it was the only death that had mattered to me after all of the others."