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TRIGGER WARNING

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Rey sits on the edge of her bed. She has been spending her last few days fixing whatever she could in the temporary base on Crait, so exhausted from work she slept as soon as she was in bed.

Tonight is different. There's too much on her mind. She can't sleep. She is thinking about her old life on Jakku. It seems like lifetimes ago. Back then, her life was simple. Just trying to survive each day. She was nobody. It was not pleasant, but life was so simple back then. Yet she can't go back to that life. Her friends need her. The last few days here have brought them closer. Her friends are the closest she has to family.

Without warning, the air in the room seems to feel different, snapping her out of her thought. She looks around, spotting an unconscious figure on her bed.

It is Kylo Ren.

The sight of him sends her to find a medkit. She is beside him seconds later. His forearm is covered in cuts and scars. Blood drips from his wounds and the blade he holds in his hand. She does her best to stop the blood flow. Somehow, she manages to dress the wounds. So far, she hasn't process what happened.

Now that she doesn't have to worry about the blood loss, she starts to contemplate the situation. From the look of things, Kylo is the one who did this to himself. The question is why. Why did he do this to himself?

Kylo wakes up like he hears her thought.

"What happens? Why are you here?" He asks.

She doesn't know how to answer him. "It looks like you just cut your arm to shred." doesn't sound like a good answer. So she answers him carefully.

"You are hurt and the Bond brings us together ."

"What happened to your arm?" She asked, suddenly unsure if it's the right thing to say.

"It's none of your business, Rey." He replies guardedly.

She frowns. She has a nagging feeling her suspicion is correct.

"Kylo, did you do this to yourself?"she asked gently.

Kylo's eyes grow impossibly wide.

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