Hello, wonderful readers! After seeing Star Wars VII, I became enthralled with the character of Kylo Ren, and so I decided to write my own take on what may have happened in his head with this conversation with Han Solo based on some theories that I've seen. After I get the actual dialogue between Han and Ben, I may update this story. Constructive criticism is always welcomed!

Warning: There are MAJOR spoilers for Star Wars VII, so this is your warning now!

Enjoy! :)

Two Sides of the Same Coin

"Let us help you, Ben."

Kylo Ren looked up to the distraught face of his father. Past memories swirled back to his consciousness despite his efforts to keep them where he had buried them long ago. He stared at the father that would bring his son on his spaceship for rides even after his mother explicitly told him that he was too young and it was too late in the day, just so that his son would end the day laughing. The father who supported his son learning the ways of the Force and the Jedi even though he was never comfortable with the idea of the Force, as his Uncle had told him time and time again.

It would be so easy, so simple, to throw everything he worked for away and go back to his mother and father. The broken and yet yearning look on his father's face told him that he'd be forgiven. He was still considered redeemable.

"I'm struggling," he confessed, his voice breaking. "I don't know what to do."

"We can help. I'll do anything to help you."

"Anything?"

His father nodded.

Cautiously, Kylo Ren took out his lightsaber and held it loosely out to his father. He wanted his father to take it and take all of his stress away with it. His fears would be gone and he could go back home. His father reached out and grabbed hold.

And then suddenly, right as the sun was almost out, he felt it. There were more people here than just his father, Chewbacca, the girl, and the Stormtrooper. Captain Phasma had somehow gotten free, and she was watching him with a group of her soldiers behind her. He tightened his hold back on the lightsaber and saw the fear return to his father's eyes as he tried to take the lightsaber away from his son.

Please, Grandfather. Tell me what to do.

He felt a vague push at his mind, and he could feel his grandfather's guidance. And despite his heart dropping at the knowledge his grandfather gave him, Kylo Ren knew he had to complete his mission.

Darth Vader started to rid the universe of the Dark Side with the death of Darth Sidious, and he was going to finish what his grandfather started.

And yet, what started out as a mission to protect his family, ended with it being the cause of his family's struggles.

Tears started to form in his eyes as he looked at his father. If he was to gain the Supreme Leaders's full trust, he couldn't let Captain Phasma see him let his father go, and he was at a close enough distance that anything but death would be considered letting his father off easy. Snoke was already suspicious that there was light in him. If he did something to prove his theory, he would lose the Supreme Leader's trust, and for his plan to work, that trust couldn't be lost.

So he tightened his hold on his lightsaber once more and unleashed it's raw power. He saw his blade go through his father, and his stomach dropped as he fully realized what the consequences of his actions would be. He tried to reach out and go inside father's mind to speak to him one final time.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I need to beat the Supreme Leader. Please forgive me, Father.

I know I haven't shown it, but I still and always will love you and Mother.

His father brought his hand up to his son's face and gently caressed it one last time. Kylo Ren could still see the love in his father's eyes, and he could tell that somehow, his father forgave him.

His father fell off the bridge, and he could faintly hear the screams of Chewbacca and the girl beyond the pounding in his ears. His father's death wouldn't be for nothing. He was going to destroy the Supreme Leader if that was the last thing he did.

I'm going to finish what you started, Grandfather. I won't fail you.