He remained silent for a good long while himself, concentrating on nothing but the long, quick steps he took. A mere pretense at purposefulness.

There was a niggling of curiosity within him, wondering what was hidden beneath Phasma's iron control. Nobody he knew was as controlled as her, and yet he was certain even she had to be hiding something more. But he had never satisfied his curiosity, and he didn't plan to do so now. To keep your thoughts and feelings your own was a privilege, and she had certainly earned it.

Kylo Ren pulled himself back together, lips pressed into a thin line. "No," he finally said. "The weapon is lost." He didn't quite manage to sound properly crushed. "Weapons are fragile."