[ Finn had been busy kissing his way up Jim's neck when fingers brush over his scar and make him shiver. It's usually not so sensitive but people don't usually touch the edges of it so gently either. ]

We... have special swords back home. Lightsabers. People like me use them. [ Like him, as in, whatever power he holds. Anyway, he doesn't pull away to explain. His kissing has gotten less urgent, at least, making his way back down Jim's neck slower and softer. ]

Their blades-... It's plasma. Makes them lightweight. Takes focus to control. But I, uh- [ And now he's remembering Starkiller and his kisses stop, wondering what parts he should explain, what parts he can leave to the side, what parts he doesn't even want to touch.

Honestly, he wouldn't mind telling Jim everything. Even about Solo. But he knows how he can ramble, too. ]

You remember what I said about the Force changing people? There was a guy like that back home. I ended up in a duel with him about a year ago, my first time using one of the things while he's trained for years...

I lost. Still a little surprised he didn't just kill me.

[ Ren likely figured Finn was going to die, anyway. Might as well make it painful and not waste more energy on the ordeal. ]