"A thousand years," she repeats, trying to not sound as fascinated as she was. She had no real knowledge of the history of the Jedi (outside of the purge) or the Sith. Kylo hadn't claimed to be a Sith. At least not in any of the...interactions they'd shared. He'd seemed determined to blaze his own trail as a Dark Sider. And the blaze was often literal. "So, both sides were stagnant? That's why both were...the last of their kinds?"

"...I. There was an--an incident. When I was being trained by Luke. He was upset with me since my connection to the Force led me to the Dark Side. And there was a--a cave. On Ahch-To. A Dark Side cave. I couldn't resist...exploring it." Leading to a moment she'd feel always, even at the moment of her death.

Two hands reaching out through the Force to touch, transcending thousands upon thousands of light years.