Ronan's tumbling collection of carefully concealed fears graze past Kylo's senses as he hurriedly deposits the envelope in Kylo's outstretched hand— but he lets them go, for now, occupied with his examination of the contents. Ten blindingly bright capsules. Ten units of life. Ten gifts of strength, ten acts of revenge. Apollo is owed far more.

They both are.

Swiftly, he shifts the packet, disappearing it into his robes to exchange it for an envelope of his own. Plain and unmarked, it appears utterly unremarkable, though the shape of it suggests Kylo hadn't been toying with Ronan when he suggested a communications disruptor as payment. The device inside is a little smaller than a standard deck of cards and perhaps a little heavier, currently offline. Kylo holds it out.

"I could provide you with more," he offers. "In exchange for future services. If your supplier is willing."