"Leave! Us! Alone!" Rey's words are punctuated by a vicious swipe of her saber.
"You only just met Skywalker—" Kylo Ren blocks a swing and takes another step back— "and you don't even know why I'm here!" He brings their weapons into a cross, just like the last time they fought, but unlike on Starkiller, the wind whips rain into their locked eyes instead of snow. "Just let me talk to you," he insists.
"You don't talk to monsters," Rey snarls. She slips her lightsaber from the hold and twists her wrist, effectively disarming Kylo with the blade. His extinguished lightsaber clatters on the wet rock at her feet as he stumbles back from her forceful push to his broad chest. "You kill…them," she finishes haltingly, realizing what she's saying. Is she ready to make her actions echo her words? Her arms are poised to make the final blow, yet she keeps them there.
Kylo makes no motion to get back up, almost looking like he's waiting for her decision, for what her verdict on his life will be. Electric blue light reflects from her lightsaber into his wide eyes. Wide, but she doesn't see any fear in them. His expression reminds her of the one he had when "his" lightsaber flew out of the snow and into her hands. Yet, it's not the same. It's…sadder. Accepting. Resigned.
There's a fshhh sound, and then the blue light is gone. Rey slowly clips the saber to her belt, not looking at who's still on the ground before her. It's dark without the light of their weapons, yet not too dark that Rey can't see what's the right thing to do.
Kylo stares at her. "You just spared my life. Again." Is that a slightly lighter tone she hears?
"Just—" Rey sighs and looks at him— "just tell me what you came here to say."