Rey muttered as she slowly regained consciousness. Why was there piercing pain shooting through her arm? Why was there blood on her face? Why did everything smell like ash? And why did it feel like she was floating?

"Don't worry. You're save now."

Rey yelped at the voice and jolted away. She panicked. She was falling. She braced for hitting the ground, but she stopped for a moment just before. She exhaled nervous, wiped at her eye and looked up at the voice.

"I'm sorry," Kylo Ren said guiltily with his hand outstretched toward her. He gentled set her on the ground and then held his arms unsurely at his sides.

Rey shook her head and peered at him confused as she pulled herself off the ground. "Were you carrying me?"

"You were unconsciousness," he answered.

"Don't do that again."

He seemed confused by her anger and disapproval.

"You carried me like that when you kidnapped me," she angrily explained to him.

"You were unconscious then too."

"Yes, but you weren't. So, I've seen it and I felt it. And I don't want you reminding me of that."

Kylo lowered his head and nodded.

Rey sighed and rubbed at the dried blood on her shoulder. "I'm sorry. Thank you for getting me out of there. How did you do it?"

"I awoke first," he informed her simply.

Rey smiled and almost laughed.

"I knew the location of Snoke's transport craft," he said motioning to their surroundings.

It was the first time Rey even took note of it. It didn't surprise her. It looked like every other First Order ship she had been on. It was too sleek, too glossy, and too dark, almost like its goal was intimidation not efficiency. She walked toward the cockpit and peered out into space. Everything looked calm and still and empty.

"Wait," Rey exclaimed softly as she peered down at the navigation system. "Where are we headed?" she questioned as she turned to face Kylo.

He had moved closer but was still standing there with his hands behind his back. "Verdanth," he answered.

"Verdanth? We can't go to Verdanth. We need to meet the rebel fleet and stop the transports from being attacked," Rey told him again.

Kylo grew livid for a moment. Rey could feel the anger rising inside him.

"We can't go the rebel fleet. We are already running out of fuel," he informed her calmly.

Rey glanced down at the controls. She could easily hale the Falcon and following the homing beacon back to the fleet. She just didn't know what to do about Chewy. She couldn't physically stop him and wasn't entirely sure she wanted to. That rage was still boiling inside her. Kylo Ren had killed Han Solo. He had kidnapped and tortured her. He had murdered thousands of people throughout the galaxy. Under the right circumstances, with the right convincing, she might just kill him herself.

Rey moved away from the controls, quickly heading out of the cockpit.

"Where are you going?" Kylo asked with a hint of anger.

"Away from here, away from you," she informed him.

He reached out, ready to hold her back. But she was faster, and his feet slide back on the transport's floor until his back hit the pilot's chair.

Rey was seated on the bed in one of the sleeping cabins. Her feet were planted firmly on the ground and her wrists were resting on her knees. She stared at the homing beacon in her hands. The blue light flashed intermediately. It had no idea of the great turmoil it was causing in the amateur Jedi.

Jedi? she scoffed to herself. Could she even call herself that? She hadn't even killed Snoke, Ben had. She hadn't even gotten him to turn like she promised she would. But Master Skywalker said the legend of the Jedi was failure, so maybe she was the Jedi the rebellion needed after all.

"Homing beacon," Kylo stated as he stood in the opened doorway of the sleeping cabin. "Where does it led?"

Rey glanced up at him and took a deep breathe. It would have been foolish to be angry with him for interrupting her private moment, if it even was that. She had left the door opened. Why had she done that?

"My friend has the other half," she informed him softly, trying to hide her sadness that she wasn't with him.

"FN-2187?" Kylo asked.

"Finn," she replied with anger that quickly dissipated. "His name is Finn."

Kylo lowered his head and took a few more steps into the cabin. "The two of you seemed close. I saw that in your eyes in the forest too."

Rey nodded in agreement, despite if feeling strange to talk about Finn with him. Especially since moments after whatever look he was mentioning, he had nearly killed him. "We are. We look after each other and keep each other safe. I wouldn't expect you to understand."

Kylo peered at her sadly for a moment. His face twisted slightly, like he might cry. "I do understand," he replied.

Rey met his brown eyes and caught of glimpse of the boy, who told her she wasn't alone. "You do?"

He silently walked into the room and sat on the bed beside her. She took a moment to run through the location of her weapons.

"I had friends, Rey. I had friends before this all happened," he told her with an air of denigration.

"Be-before the temple," she asked cautiously.

"Before Skywalker attempted to murder me at the temple," he corrected angrily.

"He wasn't trying to-," Rey began eagerly but stopped once he shot her a look of disgust. "I'm sorry. Please continue. So, at the temple then?"

He nodded. "Yes, at the temple. I was excited to be away from my parents, to create my life on my own. Even if it was with the Jedi…with my uncle. Vayron and I became close friends. He was strong with the force. Not as strong as you," he nervously looked away from her and then up again. "But strong."

Rey took a deep breath as she felt filled with a sense of longing and loss that she wasn't sure was entirely hers. "What happened to him?"

"I told him to leave. He followed me. After that night at the temple and for a while afterward. But, the more Snoke called to me the more…dangerous I was becoming to be around. I told Vayron to leave." Kylo hung his head sadly and look at the ground. "And he did."

Rey placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. Maybe all wasn't lost. Maybe she could still turn him. Or maybe she could run away from him the moment they touched down.

"All right," she replied seriously.

He peered at her in question.

"I'll go with you to Verdanth," Rey said, filling him with hope.