This is what happens when you're the cooler Ren.

"Quite an interesting take," he says, a smirk on his lips. Shadows were parts of oneself that spoke of the darkest thoughts of someone, were they not? Rather amusing to think that Ren, in some part, thought of this. Something to ponder and file for later.

It is cold, but he's gripped men that felt even more dead than him. He releases it, and puts the glasses in his right pocket, giving him a wave as he begins to walk out.

"Well then, till we meet again. And I do hope we do so."