Kylo knew the Millennium Falcon door closing was Rey closing the bond between them as well. Even if they were brought together by the Force, Rey was betrayed and would not give him the chance again to be Ben Solo by her side. Not now. Not ever. He wondered if she cared, but the look of disappointment painted on her scornful face answered his question. Her care will now only extend as the clear disappointment of a man Ben had become.
Commonality existed between them in ways that seemed impossible- she was an abandoned scavenger without awareness of just how special she was. Then there was Kylo- the child of war heroes with Skywalker blood in his veins. From the beginning knew what he was destined for, what he could achieve- unfortunately, so did Snoke.
Yet they both were ostracized within their own loneliness- Rey looked in a mirror without recognition while Kylo was hated, even by those whom followed him out of blind fear. They both were torn apart, the light pulling an arm while the darkness pulled the other; their bodies stretched impossibly by the Force. Though Rey couldn't possibly understand, he too felt betrayed by his parents. Only Rey blindly believed she was loved, given up for reasons that would one day be explained to her by the parents she hardly remembered, the parents decayed in a ditch.
Kylo convinced himself through adolescence that his parents didn't care about him- not until darkness overtook him. That's not true and you know it. The light tugged on his thoughts again but he ignored it quickly, burying it like he buried Ben Solo. As quick as the Millennium Falcon closed on him… as quick as Han Solo fell from a narrow platform… Kylo cursed himself, burying further this time.
Kylo felt the dice from his father's ship in his hands, disappearing just as she did. He felt Ben Solo kicked further into a grave- he had no out now.
Hux walked in the room slowly, as if he were trying not to step on glass on the ground. "Supreme… leader…," he asked tentatively in fear. Kylo quickly got off of his knees onto his wobbly feet- Hux couldn't see his weakness. He witnessed Kylo awaken in the throne room with Rey gone, having outsmarted Kylo and murdered Snoke and his guards-so Hux believed. Though Kylo couldn't help but feel a slight disbelief from Hux upon hearing the story of Rey's overwhelming victory. He doubted the events but fear cowered him submissively- Kylo would still have the upper hand. No matter what doubts Hux always held towards him, Snoke's death had been a knife to his disrespectful tongue. Kylo still knew not disregard him- Hux's hatred was too strong to ignore.
"What?"
"What will we do now? The Resistance has fled. Skywalker was a diversion."
Kylo was inflamed from his obvious words.
" You do not need to tell me what I already know," Kylo shouted, causing Hux to wince but still held annoyance in his eyes. Hux thought it better to remain silent until Kylo spoke again.
"Back to the ships- we must find them. We must end it."
Hux nodded, leaving Kylo alone again in the dark room. The end… will any of it ever end? He remained in the room a moment more, observing old remnants from the days of the Rebellion. While he wasn't there, he couldn't help feel… nostalgic? He blamed his parents for such a feeling. He blamed everyone. But he would never admit how much he blamed himself. He wanted to disappear, as quickly as his father's dice.
