"Ben!"
Their movements were so fluid, so connected that the guard was dead seconds later.
Rey felt a great pleasure and excitement from the brutality of the kill. Then she realized it wasn't her feeling. Kylo dropped the guard's body off his shoulders and it slumped to the ground with the rest. Kylo was pleased but barely showed it as he stood, staring at the burning corpse of his supreme leader.
The rage, the happiness, the fury, the relief, the possibilities, it seemed to fill the air and overtake the room. Rey felt an overwhelming need to be back on the Falcon.
"The fleet!" she blurted as she remembered and run toward the screen. "Order them to stop firing. There is still time to save the fleet." She peered back at Kylo. He was still staring at the two halves of Snoke.
He dropped his head. "I can't do that, Rey."
Rey huffed in disappointment. "Why not?" she demanded as she walked toward him.
"I don't want to join your miniscule resistance," Kylo turned and hissed down at her. She took a step back and peered at him with a sinking disappointment he did not expect. "We can rule together and bring a new order to the galaxy. Join me."
He watched her tense and saw her fingers about to reach for something.
"No," she answered carefully with a deep breath.
"No?" he replied in disgust. He felt for his saber and found it.
"This isn't what you want," Rey declared desperately. "It can't be. I felt you. I saw you. You turn."
"Ah, but you forget," he brought his lightsaber to him and held it at his side. Rey did the same and held hers in front of her. "You turn. If you don't do so willingly I can always make you."
Rey tried to mask her disappointment, but a tear escaped her eye. "Don't do this. Don't let this be your choice."
They had reached a standstill, locked in a buzzing connection of strong feelings of admiration, hatred, and longing.
"You still blame me for Han Solo's death. You have to let the past die or you will never learn anything," he told her.
Rey thought for a moment, equally feeling the conflict inside both of them. "Maybe. But we could save the fleet right now. Nothing about the past."
Rey saw something in his eyes and felt a spark of hope.
"Guards!" General Hux yelled as he saw them. He lifted his blaster and fired.
Rey and Kylo's sabers meet in front of Rey, blocking the blast. Rey exhaled nervously. Kylo peered at her, seemingly confused by his own actions.
"Ren, what is the meaning of this?" Hux demanded, still pointing his blaster at them.
Rey reached out and knocked it out of his hand. He shook with nerves as he looked at his empty hand and fumbled with something on his belt.
"There is no use, Hux," Kylo spat as he walked toward him. Hux grunted and struggled for breath as he fell to his knees and clenched his throat. "You will bow before us," he foretold as he dragged him toward them on his knees. "All of it will fall before us. Snoke, Skywalker, the Sith, the Jedi, the Resistance, the First Order. All of it!"
"Ben!" Rey yelled in panic to stop him. She felt a tremor under her feet and before she could react she was thrown to the ground by what sounded like an explosion.