Despite being the one to ask (spoken as a command, though that was not his true intent), it didn't occur to him that he'd asked her because he genuinely wanted to know until she acknowledge it outwardly. That realization sat strangely with him, as nearly everything did where Freya was concerned these days. The fact that she seemed to know things about him before he did was unsettling, but not unwelcome.
It also occurred to him that under different circumstances, his first instinct might have been to pull the answers out of her instead of asking for them. Nothing Kylo hadn't already done to Rey, but Kyle found himself more interested in what she had to say, not what he could get out of her.
He wanted to know her. Strange.
Freya caught his gaze and held it, Kyle meeting hers unflinching. So they were both orphans. A terrible irony that felt like something very close to fate, and a thought he kept to himself. Of course she was. She could never be anything else, just as he couldn't. Just as Rey couldn't, and Kylo... Kylo had orphaned himself. That knowledge sat heavy in Kyle's chest for a long moment before he put it away with everything else.
She knew what it was like to be truly alone, just as he did. Their paths may have diverged, might have gone in different directions for a time, but ultimately they'd both led them here. To this moment. Kyle didn't often consider the full weight of their connection, despite how often he talked about it, but he considered it now. How much of the dyad they still had to explore, how much they still didn't understand even now.
There was still so much he didn't understand about her, but in the span of a few moments, she had opened up a part of herself to Kyle that he had never seen before. What she was describing was a home.
Kyle may have had parents once, but he'd never had a home to remember. Not really. Their lives had always belonged to the people Kyle now served himself, their dedication to the cause absolute. It's how Kyle had been raised, and what ultimately his parents had died for. He didn't know what it was like to have a real family, one that included siblings and a home that was really yours. He didn't know what it was like to attend school, he always had private tutors who spent more time on his combat skills then anything resembling a traditional education. He had no friends.
These were all things that he'd always known, but hearing it in Freya's words, Kyle felt for what might be the first time how very much alone he truly was. Or at least, how alone he'd felt, until her.
A long silence followed her final words, Kyle seeming to consider them fully before speaking. What he was to her? That was a question Kyle was no more equipped to answer, having lost track of what she was to him some time ago. A means to an end, at first. A sure way to gain power he couldn't reach on his own. In the beginning, that was all. And if that were still true, he wouldn't be sitting in front of her now.
His eyes never left hers, even when he finally spoke in the same soft tone as before. Almost like they were telling each other their secrets. Maybe they were. "I understand. My family died too."