It had been two weeks since the incident aboard the Supremecy and Rey had been settling back into the life of the Resistance. She gazed at the broken crystal in her palm and noticed all of the tiny imperfections. The smooth crystal was marred in the center, the sharp and rough edge being created in her combat with... him. She let out a heavy sigh as she placed the pieces back into the empty husk of the Saber, leaving it behind the rusted crates in the Falcon, which smelled heavily of the salty spray of the ocean. She leaned back against a tattered pillow that was propped up on the wall of the ship, providing slightly more comfort than the hard corners and edges of the crate.
The low lights of the ship gave the impression of a stormy night, the likes of which she had only seen once before. If she closed her eyes she could almost imagine the rumbles in the distance as the heavy pitter-patter of rain falling against the metal. The blinking lights of the control panel at the front of the ship were illuminating the halls in their constant push and pull.
The ancient roar of the engine provided no comfort for her sleep deprived mind as she decided to be productive. Looking into the crate on her left she pulled out a small handheld light and the ancient books of the Jedi. The pages were filled with poetic language that was hard to decipher in spite of the fact that it was written in Basic. She peeled open the tattered cover of a book titled The Art of the Lightsaber.
The first thing she notices when she opened the cover was an ancient poem, the language written in a confusing and difficult manner to understand. The brittle page seemed to be begging for interpretation, a deeper understanding. The words were unorthodox and long, nothing that she would have ever needed to understand as a scavenger. Just below the poem there was a faded image of a blue kyber crystal, the watercolours having long since distributed over the page so all that was left were light pencil markings and slight shading.
At this she looked at her pitiful blue crystal, seemingly a symbol of her shattered life.
She sat up with a start as she heard the heavy snoring of Chewbacca echoing down the hall and being magnified in her room. The sound forced her to remember her situation. Her head started to pound as the noise only irritated her more and more. She decided to get up and practice her forms, sketches of the lightsaber forms covering the walls for reference. At this moment she was grateful that the others had left her the cargo room that, while cluttered and small, provided her with the solitary life style that she had grown accostomed to. The light padding of her feet on the ground centered her as she began to move through the first stance.
The screaming of her head fell away as she became consumed by her task, the balanced flow of her movements controlling her as the wind controls the drifting of the sand. She delicately and deliberately went though the motions, her invisible sword providing her with all of the nimble mess and swiftness that she had gained over the years. In this moment she could simply forget about what had occurred a few weeks ago, she could forget her emmense burden as the last of the Jedi, and she could forget the delicate edge that the Resistance was playing with.
Her trance like movements were ended abruptly as she sensed a presence behind her.
She didn't turn to face him as she said, "I thought that... this... was over."
"It appears that my previous master had lied about this as well," He stated with his deep, soft voice.
At this she turned around slowly to see the man who she had believed in standing with a stoic and hurt expression in his eyes.
"We should probably ignore it," Rey stated as though it were the simplest thing in the world.
"I think we both know that's impossible," He said in a patronizing tone as he looked at her.
"Well that doesn't mean that I can't try," Rey said as she went to lay down in her makeshift bed, rolling away from his presence as she felt the pounding of the headache begin to return.
From behind her she heard a heavy sigh, followed shortly by the a soft whump. As Kylo seemed to sit on a soft surface of some sort.