The first thing Rey notices upon regaining consciousness is the sound of her own breathing- slow and labored. "Where am I?" It takes a moment to realize that her own eyelids are responsible for the all-encompassing darkness. With great effort, she opens her eyes to a stark interior of white and grey- clearly a First Order vessel. Rey sits up hastily and quickly regrets it. Her vision is hazy and dreamlike.
"Ughhh," she sighs audibly, leaning back on her elbows. Her head spins.
A voice breaks the silence like a distant echo. "Alert the commander that the prisoner has awaken."
"Commander? ...Kylo. No!" Rey thinks groggily. But there is no putting up a fight. Not in her current state.
"Close the door, don't let him in. Close the door, don't let him in. Close the door, don't let him in," Rey chants internally. Her senses aren't sharp enough however, to harness the power of the force.
Minutes later she hears the rhythmic beat of determined footsteps approaching. Rey imagines the slender, black, hooded figure of her enemy looming behind her like something out of a nightmare. The door slides shut abruptly and she suddenly feels panicked. Trapped. Hopeless.
There's an uncertain silence in the air as they each wait for the other to speak.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Rey," promises a deep, rumbling, all-too-familiar voice as Kylo steps into view. He senses her rampant unease and circles the girl slowly- methodically- with his hands behind his back. "Surely you've gathered that from the fact that you're alive and well, sitting here unrestrained."
To be honest, she hadn't considered it. Not with the incessant throbbing in her head.
"We've given you a mild sedative," Kylo explains. Rey shuffles into a sitting position. No wonder she felt so weak. "I bear you no ill-will. I'm just here to talk."
Rey shoots the leader of The First Order a look of pure hatred and disgust. "I have nothing to say to you," she snaps, shaking her head.
"Oh, and here I thought you might be interested to know that FN-2187 is alive... I guess I was mistaken."
"Finn?" Rey asks hopefully in a small voice, trying her best to suppress her relief. Kylo could very well be lying, but the mere prospect of Finn's survival made her feel better.
"The traitor," Kylo remarks sharply under his breath, "is recovering under the supervision of my own mother," he rasps with contempt. "Let's hope she cares for him more than she did for me."
Rey's expression hardens. She would have given anything for a family, and knowing that Kylo had intentionally destroyed his made her absolutely ill with resentment. "You ungrateful little-"
Kylo raises a hand and stops her mid sentence. "Careful Rey. Let's keep a level head and maybe, just maybe, you and I can be friends."
Rey's jaw falls open in bewilderment. "I thought friends were just 'a distraction' from power and control? Because that's what really matters isn't it?" she accuses mockingly.
Kylo smirks with pride. "Taking my advice to heart, are we?"
"Never," Rey spits, disgusted by his smug expression. "I'm merely noting your hypocrisy."
"I'm not a monster Rey," Kylo states plainly, "despite your opinion of me. I'm just a man with an agenda, not so unlike yourself," he adds, his eyes running up and down her body swiftly. "More or less."
"We are nothing alike," Rey insists sternly.
Kylo leans in mere inches from her face, and Rey's breathing hitches. There's something familiar in his proximity. She can sense it- almost like a memory- and is immediately overcome by an irrational sense of warmth and security.
"You'd be surprised," Kylo breathes elusively, gazing deep into her eyes before exiting the room.