There probably aren't many people who could answer that question. Kylo could, if he were willing. He remembers with absolute clarity the concrete cage where he left such things behind.

But he says nothing, simply tracking Ronan's motion with his expressionless stare until he comes to a stop a handover's distance away, radiating a peculiar blend of fear and the foolhardy determination, almost a compulsion, to confront it. The pause is long enough to suggest Ronan won't be getting his answer.

"The merchandise," Kylo says. The change of subject is abrupt, though the curious tilt of his head suggests an interest in what he sees in front of him rather than anything yet to be revealed. "You have it for me."