The Oracle sat on the sofa in her room, watching the holo screen that lined the wall opposite her, her bare legs tangled in the cloak she had peeled off her shoulders after a particularly arduous training session with Snoke. Though rare, her sessions with the supreme leader were an exhausting balancing act. Her abilities of sight and to see into the minds of others were more exacting than his, her barriers were strong. It was tiresome, keeping him completely blocked from a few small private corners of her mind while begrudgingly allowing him full access to the rest, as a true servant would. He had discovered her consultations with Kylo Ren, surprisingly he agreed that Ren would benefit from a more invasive and challenging training, the kind that she was more appropriately suited to provide. "Perhaps he will benefit from further instruction in the art you have so naturally mastered.", Snoke wanted her to teach him to manipulate and read the minds of others, introspective arts. She could hardly contain the slew of swears that flung themselves against her lips. Ren's reaction was likely to be to be less than pleasant; the idea that he required assistance in any matter would send the defensive twat into a world class fit.
The past several hours had drained her. Her skin was uncomfortably warm, a sheen of sweat was finally beginning to dry from her forehead. She leaned back onto the cushions and finally focused on the information skittering across the holo screen; planetary maps, ship locations, troop movements and lists of resource requisitions. She pressed a button on a small remote and the holo extended out into the room, a 3D image of the planet of Jakku and surrounding traffic hovering several feet in front of her. She swept one hand across the display and the only the Finalizer remained. She wondered idly if he was aware that he had been found out.
As if on command the screen swept most of the data to the side and a clear holo image of Kylo Ren appeared, his mask off, unadulterated rage was palpable even through the monochromatic display. She sat up a bit pulling her robe up and around her shoulders and across her chest, her legs slowly unfolding themselves from the piles of dark fabric around her. She glared back at him, refusing to speak first. It was a mistake confronting her while not physically present. She was far more prone to petulance when he was at such a distance.
"I know you can't read my mind from there but-" He began
"It isn't necessary" She cut him off her lips curling into a hazy dimpled smirk. He noted the slump in her shoulders, her state of relative undress, and the somewhat unbalanced look in her gaze that was normally so clear, taken slightly aback.
"You look unwell" he noted, managing a sarcastic cheery tone, as if he had been complementing her. She frowned again her fingers knotting in the fabric that pooled at her thighs. His gaze raked over her now tense form, dropping to her hands catching the small reaction, marking it as a small win in his ledger.
"You look unstable." She fired back, her gaze sharp and focused now. A beat later and she regretted it, finally noting his growing imbalance; his eyes had become downright dangerous. He may not be able to threaten her but someone would soon bear the brunt of his displeasure. "Your sessions will continue, trainings also now I think, though I am not inclined to assist you in being able to better see into the minds of others, particularly mine."
"We will continue when I return, Oracle." He threatened. The holo cut out as he raised his mask to his face.
She was mildly perturbed at the realization that he had gotten the final word. Still though, she had successfully squelched his tantrum with her own, "Not my most clever or attractive move" she admitted to herself. In her current state it was about the best she could manage.
Back on the Finalizer, Kylo Ren stood at his door for a moment, recalling the unusual state of the woman back on Starkiller. She looked exhausted. His own sessions with Snoke were taxing but he rarely engaged in the kind of mental training she likely required. Of course, now she would be putting him through the same paces. It had been so long since another had been so close to his mind, to train him, to understand him. He inhaled deeply, pressing the memories down into the bottom of his lungs.
He had a prisoner to interrogate.