[There is such tension in it, the anger prickling taut along Ren's musculature, framing the edges of his face. The smile fading from his lips, Thrawn reaches across with a gentle care to set a hand across Ren's own, stalling that stubborn effort.]

You have done enough.

[The fear and pride that had spurred Kylo Ren on, the exhaustion that permeates his posture; he has not allowed himself time to recover.

And he is not capable of using it to run from their conversation.]

Leave it for the others. We should not allow an opportunity for the insects to potentially follow the shard above ground without sufficient reinforcements present.