"There are many here like you," she said quietly, fidgeting with the frayed hem of her dress, "seeking things. Hidden things swallowed in the shadow of a dead god."

Yorda went quiet again and watched the crowd for a while, and then once more observed Kylo for an uncomfortably long time. Clearly he wasn't the only one who suffered from a lack of social skills.

"I am not as afraid," she said, "though I am not sure what to do yet. What of you? Has your anger dimmed?"