He was making her point for her, really. Raine debated only briefly before pressing onward, electing to make an effort she sincerely hoped she would not later regret.

"It would be," she said, "if I thought you could promise me that with any sincerity." She tilted her head as though the change in angle would reveal something different about him to her, and when she pressed on it was blunt. "You won't mean to, I'm sure. But you didn't mean to this time, either. Your anger, untempered, makes you weak, Kylo. It makes it easy for anyone save yourself to control you, chemicals or not."

As Raine was saying all this, she was mentally lining up an arte, made of the simplest flow of mana and the feeling of safety; it struck her as a truly foolish idea to intentionally provoke Kylo Ren without having some defense prepared.