She hated him. He had betrayed Luke Skywalker, joined the Dark Side and killed his own father. She had watched him murder her best friend. He was a monster.
It would be so quick, so easy, so satisfying to end him, wouldn't it? a voice inside her said. You've come this far, why not do it? She tightened her grip on the freezing lightsaber hilt in preparation for the forthcoming strike.
The strike never came, however. She could not bring herself to end him. Something about the fear in his eyes or his mutilated face just seemed so pathetic that she could only show him mercy. She didn't want to hurt him, she wanted to help him, or at the very least help the good she sensed in him. To help the man who was being tortured by the sadness and regret under Kylo's intimidating facade. Maybe even turn him away from the darkness.
Before she realized what was happening, the ground split apart in front of her. A chasm of fire separated her from the miserable creature, taking the opportunity away from her. A pang of regret hit her for not offering him a helping hand when she had the chance… or was it for not striking him down when she had the chance?
The sentiment vexed Rey as she slowly remembered that she was dreaming. This wasn't the first time she had dreamed of that fateful night on Starkiller Base and she doubted it would be the last. Kylo Ren's scarred face flashed through her mind one last time before she slowly opened her eyes and accepted that she was awake.
After tossing and turning for a few minutes, Rey gave up on trying to fall back to sleep. She sat up and turned on the light, illuminating her quarters. Looking around at the bare, generic living space, she had a brief moment of nostalgia for her humble abode back on Jakku. She smiled remembering her plant, doll and other nonsense she had collected over the years. However, as much as she strangely missed Jakku, her future wasn't there, it was here on D'Qar helping the Resistance.
If I'm up, I might as well be productive. Rey bounded out of bed. She picked a small metal ball off her desk and placed it on the floor. Taking a few steps back, she sat on the floor herself.
For a while she just sat there, staring at the immobile ball. Sweat began to pour down her forehead. It felt like the motionless silence would never end. Suddenly, almost as if it was nervous, the ball began to shake. It sat there for a few more seconds, quickly swaying back and forth, before suddenly leaping into the air.
Rey took deep breaths, trying to concentrate on keeping the ball afloat. Despite her efforts, it only stayed in limbo for but a few seconds before beginning to tremble once again. It wasn't long before it fell to the floor once again causing a thud to echo throughout the room.
"Damn it! Why?" This was the fifth time this had happened to Rey in as many days. For a moment she sat there looking at the ball, stewing in frustration. She briefly attempted to levitate the ball once again, but soon grew too frustrated and gave up. "You used to work, damn it. Why don't you work anymore?"