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What in the force did Skywalker think he was doing? Kylo Ren thought bitterly to himself the next day after a rather intense training session. It seemed all he did since he took over that he enjoyed was training, not that he minded. No one bothered him while he trained, most likely afraid he would swipe them with his light saber. Which was likely.
Kylo Ren hated everyone aboard this ship.
Especially Hux, that meddling, vindictive snake. Hux was sure that Snoke had perished by Kylo's own hand, not buying the story Ren had fed him about Rey killing him herself. It wouldn't have mattered if it had been true or not, Hux was all about feeding discord into the stormtroopers and senior officers in order to establish his own dominance among the First Order. No doubt under the assumption that he should be ruling as Supreme Leader instead of Kylo Ren himself. Didn't the fool know that Kylo Ren's power was the true conduit to the First Order? If the First Order could survive without a force user, Hux would be leading the army right now, not Kylo.
As much as he hated everyone he worked with, this was his birthright. He surpassed his grandfather in every way imaginable. No longer the apprentice, he was now the master, the ruler. It was a vision Kylo Ren would never dreamed of becoming a reality. In a dark way, he should have thanked Rey for helping his decision be made so easily.
However, he had noticed that since he took over command from Supreme Leader, Kylo Ren was not satisfied.
'Let him have it', a small voice whispered into his mind, nearly stopping Ren in his tracks.
Let him have it?
Let Hux have it? After everything Kylo Ren had worked for? He didn't think so.
Just then, he felt...it. The slightest brush of wings against his mind, a gentle caress that startled him as the only other time he ever felt a gentle pull like this was with-
"Hi," Rey said tenderly from his left, causing him to turn in her direction. She was wearing a very similar outfit as when he saw her last, only this time it was a deeper grey, nearly black. While she looked fantastic in such a color, it seemed wrong on her. Too dark, if that were such a thing. Looking past her outfit, Kylo noted the dark circles under her eyes, almost as if she hadn't slept properly in weeks. The smile she sent him was sad and miserable.
She looked how he had been feeling since she shut her mind on him all those weeks ago.
Gutted.
Hurt.
Broken.
"I assumed I would never see you again," Ren tried to spit the words out, but as always when he spoke to her, his voice was softer. His heart was less hard and his mind lacked the jumbled mess of anger and hatred it normally did. Instead, he found himself feeling a moments peace since he saw his uncle on Crait. "Are you alright?" The words came out unbidden, and in spite of his resolve to not care, he needed to know her response.
"I've been better," Rey replied back, a small smile tugging on her lips. "You look like you're settling in well." Her words were cool but her eyes were like a storm, angry and unpredictable.
"You could have been here with me. We could have been together and ruling the galaxy. Instead you chose to leave me passed out next to several dead bodies while you left to aid my enemies."
"I don't want to rule the galaxy," Rey answered, pacing back in forth in front of him. She threw her hands dramatically into the air before they landed on her hips and she glared at him. Ren wanted to be pissed at her, he wanted to want to hurt her, to keep her away from him. Instead, he found himself fighting back a small smile at seeing her. She was here. With him."And I didn't leave to aid your enemies, I left to help my friends. Not that it matters as you nearly had me and Chewie blown up while you were on your path to self destruction!" Her words made Kylo Ren flinch, something that she missed in her own justified anger. Her anger was like a slap to the face, something that had him reeling and disoriented.
It made him lash out as well, only his words were laced with hurt and betrayal.
"The last I heard of you, you were stealing one of our own ships and fleeing me. I didn't even realize you were aboard the Falcon until our last force vision."
To think, he had nearly blown her out of the sky. He hadn't even sensed her, he had been so full of rage that he couldn't think straight.
"And your mother? What excuse do you have for nearly murdering her in your insane quest for power?" Rey's words were like venom, stinging him until he felt the burn as acutely as if he had actually run himself through with his own light saber.
"General Organa?" Hadn't he witnessed her death aboard the ship he had been unable to destroy himself? There was no way she could have been able to survive the blast.
And yet... He didn't remember feeling her death through the force, as he had with Han Solo.
Ren had assumed, wrongly it seemed, that her death had been so abrupt, so unexpected that he had been unable to feel such a burden. He had been grateful for it, in fact. Kylo Ren had enough ghosts haunting him.
"Well that is your mother, isn't it? Force help me, I believed in you. I believed that there was good in you. But maybe there is nothing left of Ben Solo after all. Maybe it's only Kylo Ren that remains." And with that, Rey dropped her aggressive stance, her shoulders slumping as she turned away from him, vanishing through his wall as she walked away.
Unable to help himself, Ren hurried out of his quarters and down the corridor she should have been walking down, his heavy boots echoing ominously among the empty hallway.
When Kylo finally found her a few precious moments later, he almost wished he hadn't.
With tears in her eyes, Rey spoke to him. "I had hope in you, Ben Solo. I guess I was wrong." And with that, she disappeared, almost as if she had staged the entire encounter in the most dramatic fashion possible.
Kylo Ren squeezed his gloved hands closed, his vision blurring slightly as he stared at the empty spot that had momentarily held his shriveled excuse of a heart.
Not wanting to be exposed any longer, Ren made his way back to his room, the door sliding closed behind him, effectively closing out his weakness.
Ren was left alone with his thoughts, his head and his heart at war with one another over Rey's words.
She had faith in the wrong person. Ben Solo was gone. Kylo Ren knew that. Why couldn't she see what was clearly right in front of her face? Rey, apparently the eternal optimist, just couldn't let go of the fact that she cared for a monster. Ben Solo was gone for good... Wasn't he?
The words echoed by Luke Skywalker floated through his head as he sat at his desk. 'Only you have the power to choose; life or death?'
