She didn't leave the room that was partially destroyed. Instead she sat in the middle of it, staring in awe at the scars on the walls that were glowing less and less.

Eventually, she spun around to the display of the star field. Taking her time to stare out, thinking about the unique weapon he yielded, the disorderly blade that beamed out from the cross-guard handle, and the sparks of energy that bounced off of it.

She didn't let her mind race any longer, easing into a meditative state, she listened to his guidance from earlier and focused on the frustration and confusion to fuel her meditation. Part of her hoped he would still meet her as he said he would.

She wandered around an unfamiliar place. It was definitely no peaceful blue water hole. She yelled out to the vast fog, "Hello?" Her voice echoed endlessly. The empty feeling in her was enough to be sure he wasn't around, but she kept pushing through the fog.

The fog was getting thicker and eventually she couldn't move through it. She struggled to get away, feeling claustrophobic.

Eventually, when she felt she couldn't go any further, she pulled herself out of the state of meditation. She glanced once more at the destructed walls on her way out and went out to the hallway back towards her dormitory. There, she saw his trail continue against the walls of the hallway.

The scars that lined the walls stopped suddenly, turning toward the opposite direction of her dormitory. She thought she better not follow them any longer, as continued to her quarters. She quickly ate the food that was delivered to her and laid on her bed, each day proving to herself that she could be more exhausted than the last.

As he stormed towards his quarters, his saber continued to be ignited, destructing anything in his way. Anyone who stood ahead of him cleared quickly, and those who weren't quick enough paid the price.

When he reached his room he withdrew the blade of his lightsaber, and attached it back to his side. He fell to the ground in front of his shine to his Grandfather, ripping his hood, then helmet, placing it in the smoldering ashes beside him.

He gasped for clear air, as his being was immersed in major conflict. If he attempted to bring her memory back, it could possibly trigger the vision again, but it could also bring back all the memories that had made her so closed minded to him, denying him access to the vision anyway. It would destroy all the time and efforts put into her current state.

If he didn't try, he may never see the vision again, making it a blind trail to figuring out how to make the vision a reality.

If he did, he risked everything that she had been trained for.

His trail of anger her had left behind him helped blow some steam, he eventually managed to gather his emotions, closed his eyes, and meditated, reaching out again for guidance.

The next day she returned to the training facility, anxious to see what was in store after the events of the session before. She paced back and forth until she knew that he was close, when she stopped and stared at the door hastily.

When Ren walked in, he kept his usual distance. She cleared her throat to break the sharp silence that made her uncomfortable.

"You channeled your anger and emotions in a great way."

She listened attentively as he spoke, "You were right. I was looking for something," He stepped towards her, to her surprise.

At his first step, she found herself lifting an arm to him, a powerful hum surged through her and out, stopping his momentum.

"Don't touch me." She spat.

"I won't hurt you," His mechanical voice assured, with a soft tone that was new to her. He was gently pushing against her defense, and she was aware that he wasn't using more than a pinch of his potential. She was skeptical, staring into the mask.

"Tell me what you are looking for." She demanded.

"Let me show you." He countered, to her surprise.

She pushed harder. After the pain he inflicted on her during their last encounter, she was in no position to let him any closer. He was too unpredictable and she was done being played with. He quit pushing against her, and instead stepped back at will. She knew better now than to ease her defensive push against him, but it didn't mean that she wasn't anxious to know what his motive of withdrawing was.

She watched his arms raise as he lifted his hands to his head, pressing to the sides, the front of his mask popped out, and the it hissed as it released off of his head. He pulled the helmet off and placed it on a table beside them.

She was in awe.

She had expected a lot worse under the facade that concealed him entirely. His waves of jet black hair framed his pale, straight face, and his dark eyes, though not animated, still burned as they looked directly into hers, making it impossible to hold concentration any longer. She dropped her arms as he closed the distance between them with only a few swift strides. He lifted his hand up and pressed the gloved hand against her forehead. Her eyes closed as Ren played the vision in her mind for her. It was brief, but powerful.

She opened her eyes when he pulled his hand away from her, she gazed into his eyes again, "That was you and I?" She asked in a breathless whisper, her eyes full of wonder. He nodded once and she was quick to show her curiosity, "Who was at their knees to us?" A question that made his pride swell. Her eyes were moving quickly around his exposed face as her mind raced.

"The last Jedi," His voice shouldn't have surprised her, for it was the voice that had been in her head the day before, just as she suspected, "We experienced this vision together during our first encounter 15 years ago. You don't remember your past because I wiped your memory of it." His tone was as-matter-of-fact, as if it shouldn't be as insane as it was.

She flinched at the revelation, "What?"

The air between them grew hot, fueled by her change of emotion, "I will explain more as your training advances." His voice was silk compared to when it was distorted through the mask he always wore.

Each moment with him was only gaining her more confusion, and less closure. She unwillingly pulled her eyes away from his, and gazed to the ground instead. She shifted her weight back, crossing her arms and letting out a deep sigh, "15 years ago? How long have I been here for? What could have happened to warrant wiping my memory?" Her tone was more irritated now.

"Certain events of the past," He said, referring to his slaughter of the Jedi, "You were in the line of a gruesome purge. Luckily for you, we shared the vision and your life was spared. You proved to be a valuable part of the objective to end the last Jedi, Luke Skywalker." He watched carefully to see if his name would trigger anything, but her eyes and mind were blank.

He omitted the part about her denying him access back into the vision for he didn't want to spark her interest to why she might have done so. Her commitment to protect the vision from him in order to not jeopardize the safety of Skywalker made him sick to his stomach, but he quickly reminded himself that the bond she once shared to him was no longer there. He had made sure of that.

"I wiped your memory to benefit your training. A clear mind to focus on only the present in order to make the vision a reality. The past 5 years on Starkiller Base being your only recollection."

She was overwhelmed, "Can you bring all that back to me?"

He shook his head, "Not until you advance further in your training. Not until we see the rest of the vision." He knew bringing her memory back wouldn't be beneficial in any way, and he wasn't sure if he even could revive her memories. He needed leverage, so he made it as if he could.

She was hot with rage that she was struggling to keep in. How dare he hold her memory away from her? She forced her temper down as her mind twisted at all the information she was given. She took several minutes to think and he didn't speak as she did. Eventually, she came to the verdict that if advancing in her training was what it would take to earn her memory back from him, then it was a win-win. She had too much to learn about the Force, and he was clearly the one to show her.

For a brief second, the thought of training by his side and eventually learning everything she could from him to then use it against him flickered in her racing thoughts. It was only a flash across her mind, but she quickly buried it, in fear that he would catch on, since he had proven to have a keen sense of reading her already.

There was definitely plenty to think about, but the thing that left her the most uncertain was the vision.

"How do we see the rest of it?" She asked, looking back up at him, "The vision?"

"We need to continue your training. Try various strategies to trigger it again."

She nodded, as she slowly gathered the courage to say what was on her mind, being mindful of how to deliver her words, "You've realized you can't force your way into me to see it," The flashes of their last encounter flickered between the minds of both of them, "You've shared all of this information with me in a different effort." She studied his face, seeing if he would give any indication she had the right idea, "So we can work together and not against one another... is that correct?"

He didn't answer, a clear indication her assumptions were correct, "At this moment, our main lead to the location of Skywalker is finding a droid that has a map leading to him."

Kylo looked at her face, as it had changed from anxious, to angry, to curious and now to a leveled neutral. She was strong with the capability of channeling her emotions into what was important, a skill that was useful, and one that not even he could master.

He was confident it was because of him she could be thankful for that, for he rid her memory of anything that would leave her emotional state in a vulnerable position.

"Enough talking," He didn't need to tell her for her to follow him across the room. A trooper entered, it's energy nervous.

Ren walked up to the Trooper, "Step back," As quickly as he had commanded, the trooper listened.

"Step forward," This time when Ren spoke it was much different. The Trooper stepped forward.

He turned to her, he could still see the wonder in her face as she stared at his, "Did you notice anything different between those two commands?"

She nodded, "The second. You used the Force."

"Of course any trooper will listen to my word, the Force isn't necessary." He walked to her side, "You, however, hold no authority," She looked at the dark circles under his eyes, "Try." His voice much easier to listen to than the nightmarish one that was conveyed out his mask.

She reluctantly looked away from his face, and walked up to the trooper, as she approached, she felt Ren pull his power away from the solider. "Give me your weapon," She said. The trooper did not move, she felt her cheeks get hot with embarrassment. She cleared her throat and spoke with more assertiveness, "Give. Me. Your. Weapon." The trooper still didn't move, and her embarrassment changed to frustration.

Breathing deep, she let the frustration guide her command, "Give me your weapon." Her voice said with pure confidence.

This time the troopers arm was shaking, beginning to lift to her.

"Don't give her the weapon," She heard his voice as it negated her effort, but didn't turn her concentration away from the trooper in front of her. Instant to his word, the troopers arm had stopped moving, and her power dwindled away completely. She inhaled, his challenge only fueling her power with annoyance, "Give me your weapon." Her tone loud and significant.

The trooper was struggling as it lifted his hand to her, she could feel Rens influence pushing against hers. She continued to stare at the trooper, channeling all her energy and not losing control. She watched as the trooper continued to shake, when its arm finally reached hers, and released the blaster to her hand.

She grasped the blaster and turned to Ren, she couldn't help but let a smirk escape on her lips. He lifted his eyebrows the slightest.

The door slid open and a small group of troopers filed in, blasters in hand. Her smirk went away almost as soon as she had put it on.

"Kill her," He commanded them. Her eyes went wide as she backed up quickly, aiming the blaster toward them, she fired several times at them and hit one trooper.

Just as she lifted her other hand to the blaster for stability, she closed one eye to aim, and felt the blaster pull out of her grip. She gasped as she watched it fly into Rens possession. She turned to the group of troopers, weaponless, as they began shooting at her, she held her hand out and dodged the blaster shots as she attempted to do the same as Ren had just displayed. It was hard to focus on each blaster as the troopers moved around her. She felt her concentration shaking between blasters as the troopers moved around.

Eventually, she was able to grab focus on a blaster long enough, and she felt it pull away from the grasp of the soilder and towards her. When she had felt Rens energy trying to redirect it in mid air, she focused harder to make sure it made its way to her instead of him.

When it was in her hands, the pull from him didn't stop. She desperately shot the blaster, missing several times due to his pull making it very difficult to keep a steady hand, but alarming the troopers to stop shooting at her and taking cover. She stopped shooting, and let go of the pull to the blaster as it flew towards Ren. "Stop shooting!" She yelled, holding up at hand. The troopers all froze in place, she sighed in disbelief. With all of her power, she threw her other hand across and watched as the entire group of troopers were lifted off their feet, following the motion of her hand, and thrown into the side of the wall.

The sound of their armor clashing against the wall and then their dead wait hitting the ground was satisfying.

She turned to him, straightening her posture and placing her arms to her side, "I would appreciate it if you stopped making orders to kill me."

He didn't pay any attention to the pile of troopers as he didn't take his sight away from her. Her confidence pouring off of her made him nearly as satisfied in himself as she was. "That's enough for now," He said, "We will continue to practice the basic use of the Force each day." He made his way towards the door, grabbing his helmet. Her heart dropped. She didn't want him to put it back on.

"Can I at least have the answer to one question. One that has bothered me as long as I can remember," He waited with his helmet in his arms to his side, not prepared to promise her anything.

"What's my name?" She asked.

He stared into her anxious eyes, and decided it could do no harm, "Violet."

Each session, he had a new way to test the power of the Force. She had lost track of the days since her first practice with him. She was beginning to feel as though each lesson was coming quicker than the last. He hadn't taken his helmet off since the one time that felt so long ago. He would rarely show any form of praise, but his demeanor seemed much more satisfied than when she had first started training under his guidance.

She knew that she should be more resentful for him since he revealed the information about wiping her memory, but when she was told that more information would arise the more she advanced, it gave her hope. Hope that she wasn't just a presence subject to a seemingly meaningless routine. After seeing the vision he had shared with her, it made her more anxious to find out more about her place in all of this. He had told her she played a role in achieving a long desired objective, and that made her feel of importance.

Each day spent practicing the Force, she felt more confidence and more determined to prove she could live up to the vision.

She needed him to show her more about the Force. If advancing in training would gain her more information, it seemed like she was in no disadvantage.

She would always arrive first to the room they trained in each day, but wouldn't have to wait long before she felt him as he got closer. When he entered today, he didn't leave the doorway, "Follow me," She nodded and quickly caught up to his trail.

They had gone the furthest she had ever been, down several hallways and up many levels. She followed closely behind him, his hood was down but his helmet was on. She watched him march, his fists always balled up and his arms never touching his sides.

When he turned into a room, she followed with studying eyes. It was a large room, once again with a glass section displaying the star field. Violet approached it almost immediately, as awestruck as the last.

"Sit down. Meditate." his distorted voice said. She turned to see him standing closer than expected.

She turned back to the sight of the open space and slowly stepped back, lowering her body to the floor, crossing her legs together and eventually closing her eyes, not wanting to tear them from the beautiful sight of the vast star field.

"Now concentrate," he continued through his robotic tone, "As you did before, on the things that fuel your anger. Your pain. Your fear."

She remembered how much he had scared her before, tormenting her dreams. How he had been pushing her to her limits, close to death, and above all, how he had revealed to her the fact he had wiped her memory and held it against her.

It didn't take long for her to begin fuming, she felt her cheeks get hot and she struggled to focus as she breathed deep.

"Follow the meditation that is fueled by these emotions. It will give you the direction you need to channel your power in the dark side." She began breathing heavier, in efforts to control herself from getting any more emotional.

It was a battle within to use these emotions to ease into meditation. Her eyes stayed closed as he watched her face twitch and scrunch, her struggle showing outside as much as he felt it inside of her.

Her hairline was getting more moist by the second as as beads of sweat began to fall down her face.

After much struggle, she finally found mental salvage in the fight to balance the negative emotions and she slipped into a meditative state. This was much different than the blue water hole she had meditated to in her past, it wasn't like the vast empty fog that closed in on her, either.

First it started off with just a long room, lit in even strips, making the end of the room seem so far away. At the furthest wall, a handle was displayed that looked much like the one Ren held on his side. She walked towards it, as she got near the hallway stretched further. She began to run, the floor underneath her gave out as she fell into a dark murky body of water. She tried to swim up to get air, the surface never came, a blue glow caught her attention beneath her. She followed it, and as she got closer she noticed it was the handle again, this time a blue blade beaming out of it.

Just as she was about to grab it the water drained and she collapsed to the ground, she starred up where the weapon was to see it was gone. She stood up, gasping for air.

It was a constant flash of chaos, with stressful situations arising at every turn. As she would begin to run the ground would shift and her body would plummet through it into a new terrain, strange objects raced above her in the dark sky, the sound of them screaming by and nearly deafening her.

When she began to get too frustrated of no progress, she pulled out of the meditative state. Her heart was nearly beating out of her chest and her robes were soaked in her cold sweat. She starred at the sight of the star field in front of her again, catching her breath and reflecting on what the blue beaming weapon meant, and why she couldn't get to it.

"Impressive." His voice shouldn't have surprised her, but she jolted in her spot on the ground as she turned her head to her side to face him. She quickly stood up, staring at his mask, "You were quite some time." He said.

She felt her stomach grumble and she raised a hand to it. He walked to her and raised his hand to her forehead, not touching but so very close to.

Before she could talk about her meditative experience, her head tilted back and she wasn't convinced it was his doing. She closed her eyes as his gloved hand made contact to her forehead. She felt him begin to push into her head, and her face scrunched as he scoured her mind.

She winced as she felt him pushing into her mind harder, "You're... Hurting... Me." She managed to say with her jaw clenched.

He withdrew his power at once, and she felt the tension in her body release as she starred at the emotionless mask with hard eyes.

With almost no hesitation, he lifted his hands to his helmet and she heard it hiss, as he pulled it off and dropped it to the ground with a loud thunk beside them. Her heavy breathing was brought to a halt as she held it and watched his eyes burn into hers, his hands raised to the sides of her head as his gloved hands held her head.

"Focus." His low voice whispered. The crazy look in his eyes was enough to know not to say anything.

She felt the same push he had just used, though this time she couldn't close her eyes, she couldn't tear her gaze away from his. His emotionless expression didn't change as he once again showed her the vision. When it ended, she starred back at him in silence. They waited for the vision to continue. When it didn't, he would repeat it again.

Each time with more push and power. Each time her chest and body was tighter. Every time the vision ended she watched his face get more and more frustrated, until eventually after multiple efforts, his face was flushed and she felt him shaking almost as much as she was. She lifted her hands to grasp his wrists. Desperate for the vision to continue, so this would end. Despite his efforts, it was not triggering it. His expression of frustration was truly more terrifying than the mask he wore.

Finally, his actions where far too uncomfortable, and fear set in, she pushed him away, gasping for air as she broke free. He stumbled back, his eyes wide with astonishment. They quickly narrowed as he glared, she glanced quick to his waist at the handle that clipped onto him.

Her heart was racing as she feared to retaliate to him any more, "I tried," She said with a broken voice and her eyebrows furrowed. He screamed in dissatisfaction, igniting his light saber and lunging to a nearby target as he lashed out several times, "I tried!" She yelled again bravely over the humming and clashing of his blows. His teeth were barred as he turned to her, his weapon still sparking at his side. "Try harder!" He yelled between his teeth, his scream echoing in her head. With a face of red, he turned back to his target for once last slash as he slipped his saber back to his side. She watched his back to her as his shoulders moved heavily up and down, "I saw something." She managed to choke out.

He leaned over quick to groan as he stood back up and walked towards her, pressing his lips together and letting his eyes wander around before letting out one last deep breath and looking to her, "What... did you see?"

"Something just like that," she pointed at the handle on his belt.

His eyes became a little less harsh and slightly more curious, "A light saber. What did it look like?"

"It was blue. It's beam much smoother than yours." She explained, she was relieved as she felt his energy mellowing, "I tried to grab it many times. I couldn't get to it." She waited for his response, his temperament was uncertain and his mood swings gave her a mental whiplash.

He pulled away, grabbing his helmet from the ground and placing it back on, all while walking towards the door. When it opened two guards stood outside, "Show her back to her quarters."