[He can see the memory, drifting between the two of them and while he felt a sense of pride seeing Rey fight his uncle, he knew Luke had been holding back against her.

This isn't going to go the way you think. He'd been right, of course. Rey had tried to get him to come with her, to stop the destruction of the Rebel fleet, but he didn't. While he saw Rey defending him, he also saw her tear streaked face when he'd held his hand out to her in the throne room. It made his throat feel tight all over again just thinking about it. It made him want to flee. Instead he fights the urge and keeps her hand in his.]

He could have killed you if he'd been serious.

[He knows from experience. Before that particular memory can sweep through their bond he pushes it back as far as he can. The fact that Luke had been unable to kill her when her powers had grown so quickly, the fact that he'd spared Darth Vader instead of his nephew, made Kylo feel bitter all over again.

Rey might believe in him but she was no Luke Skywalker. Luke had been a legend and a source of great strength in the Light side of the force. He'd known the right thing to do was to try and kill his nephew.]

Can we- talk about something. Anything else. I don't want to talk about Luke.

[He didn't mean to just utterly shut it down when he'd been the one to bring it up, but already he felt he'd slipped too far back into old memories he didn't want to think about. They had no place here.]

Before all of the phylactery business - tell me about what you were up to today?

[Yes. Ask her how her day was. Get her to talk about anything but Luke Skywalker. He wasn't ready to pick at those wounds when they were so fresh.]