[Kylo takes the time to finish his forms, despite becoming aware of the other man's presence. Focus has been the thing he's been struggling with, despite being able to harness his negativity so well in the past. He can't allow for distractions, even when they came from those he actually cares about—or especially if they do.
He doesn't know what he's training for, but if he doesn't strive towards something he knows he'll lose hold of whatever semblance of living he has left.
He's in his robes, covered from the neck down—it's given him some protection against the unstable nature of the lightning he's been attempting to harness. The dark streaks on the training dummies speak to at least some success, at least.]
What is it?
[His tone isn't so short to imply he's irritated at the intrusion, but he doesn't necessarily sound all that interested, either.]
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He doesn't know what he's training for, but if he doesn't strive towards something he knows he'll lose hold of whatever semblance of living he has left.
He's in his robes, covered from the neck down—it's given him some protection against the unstable nature of the lightning he's been attempting to harness. The dark streaks on the training dummies speak to at least some success, at least.]
What is it?
[His tone isn't so short to imply he's irritated at the intrusion, but he doesn't necessarily sound all that interested, either.]