Rey wakes up. It's quiet. Around her, the survivors of the First Order's bombardment rest soundly. No, none of them heard it. Only she.
She sits up, slowly and quietly. "Not now," she hisses.
He's sitting at that little checkered table across the room. His figure is almost imperceptible in the shadows. He says, "Were you asleep?"
"Yes," she whispers.
"How can you sleep knowing your destruction lies right around the bend?"
"Go away." Rey lays back down. He's just trying to intimidate her...
"I don't want to kill you," Kylo says.
"Yeah right."
"It's not too late. If you join me-"
"No!"
A gloved hand grabs her by the throat, squeezing. She gasps and sits upright. Kylo's gone. Like a phantom.
She sits there, frightened and panting. He was able to touch her...
"Rey?" She freezes. Finn...
"I'm alright," she says.
He's across the room, on the floor. "What happened?" he whispers.
She shakes her head. "Just a dream," she says, before lying back down. She can't go back to sleep. She's afraid of waking up and seeing him there again.
This is what he wants. To intimidate me. To frighten me. Rey grits her teeth. I should have killed you when I had the chance!
She tells herself to relax. She tries to recall the brief lessons Luke taught on inner relaxation. She breathes in and out. Quiets her mind. Thinks about other things. The week's events: what she learned. What she saw. She focuses on the happy memories: flying the Falcon with Chewie. Reuniting with Finn. Those dialogues with Leia. The adrenaline and excitement of wielding a lightsaber...
She sighs. It works. She relaxes, her worries evaporate like the mist.
She sleeps.
