Yorda recoiled quickly at the outburst. She'd half-expected it, as the mere mention of fear seemed to set Kylo off, but it made it no less frightening.

She scooted away a bit, just in case she'd need to make a run for it.

"My powers simply are. I did not choose them, nor can I command them, and they were born from an abhorrent rite that never should have been allowed. But..."

She fidgeted with the paper back, folding it bit by bit, unphased by the splotchy grease stains.

"...What choices were mine to make - those I am proud of."

She looked up, her pale eyes fixed on Kylo, unblinking and curious. "What is the legacy you speak of?"