As Rey left her cell, she gave Kylo a once-over. He still looked a bit ghastly, but better than before. She could see through his torn sleeve that the wound was tended to, and it gratified her to have played a part in his healing. Rey's eyes wandered downwards. While alone in the call, she had discovered lacerations across her thigh, her shoulder, forehead. They stung at her touch. And there were bloodstains on the white cloth she wore. Not all of it had come from her, though. She flicked her glance back to Kylo.

"I want to know where we are," Rey said immediately. There were many other things to ask, things that weighed more heavily on her mind, but she felt that was the best place to start. She was relieved, at least, to be able to talk to this man at length. And it was a relief to feel that someone had her well-being in mind. Her tense muscles settled.

Kylo scanned the girl up and down- more disappointed about the lack of care the longer he looked. If he had realized how mistreated she was he would have given Hux something to think about while he poured over his tactical maps, playing with models of AT-ATs and stormtroopers. The irony of his worry after he had nearly betrayed the girl to Snoke mere hours ago hit him suddenly. He turned away towards the door, his face twisted into a sour expression. The dark force user was unsure if he disgusted with himself for being concerned too late… Or being concerned at all.

"Follow me." He walked away, avoiding her expression for fear he would submit to some tender physical expression. A touch on the arm or a reassuring nod. His training with Snoke and the idol he so admired in his Grandfather demanded that he live in a mire of negativity- not to seek relief or to give it… But the events of the week had been stressful to the point of turning him mad; giving Rey some comfort would be taking some for himself in small measures- something he found he desperately wanted.

"We are on one of the fleet ships for the 'New Order'- we are a governing group that unifies the galaxy under one Supreme Leader." He explained as they walked down the hall, Kylo slowed his pace so they could walk close when he realized that people were looking long at him and Rey. He gave them all hard looks as they went, which usually made them divert their gaze. "We were chasing down Rebels who threaten our Order- You are here because you were invited to join the Order and learn how to use your powers under my tutelage." He anticipated her wanting to know why she was here, then paused to bite his lip and consider his next words.

"The Supreme leader was killed before he could announce your alliance with us. That- is why you were mistreated." He explained, his eyes casting as far away from her as they could- the slightest sliver of shame over his lies appearing like a tiny crack in the wall of his resolve.

Her mind reeled. How had she woken up to all this? Disbelief aside, Rey began to feel some dread. There was a lot at stake. She was prepared to answer this call, yet wondered what would be asked of her.

Rey liked the idea of order, though. Order was often the thing missing when people were taken advantage of: hurt or even killed in lawless worlds. Order brought justice, if handled properly. Rey felt she could fight for a cause like that. But apparently the Supreme Leader was dead, so where did this leave them?

Rey filed these musings away. She had more immediate concerns.

"I know this sounds strange, but can you tell me more about myself? Where I came from?"

"And how.." she overexaggerated the syllables, still tasting the question on her tongue, "do we know each other?

Kylo felt the sting of her memory loss then. He knew that she didn't remember him, of course… But to hear it come from her mouth was more striking than being aware of it mentally. He glanced at Rey, eyes settling on her face as he tried to come up with a way to explain their relationship… The enormity of the task proving to be more than he anticipated.

"We… You are from a desert planet called Jakku. You were left there as a child to be a scavenger for a slaver, then you were found by the Rebellion who wanted to use you for your force powers." Those things were easy enough to talk about and required no lies- at least not by his estimation. They did use her for her force powers. "You knew nothing of the Rebellion and the new order when they first took you from Jakku- you… Saw them as saviors. Friends. But over time you saw both sides and you- made a choice. A choice... To come to me. We- Started as enemies. But I always saw great uncultivated potential in you. I will teach you everything I know."

It bothered him how true all of that was, and how his eyes did not wander away from the young woman as he spoke. His mouth hung open, trying to find something more to say… because there was more than that.

But he forced himself to face forward, turning down the infirmary hallway. "In here." He indicated with a gesture through a sliding door, following Rey in once she stepped inside. "Sit on that table. That machine will care for your wounds."

Rey weighed the story, cautious. A proclivity to distrust kept Rey from embracing it eagerly. Yet, as Kylo painted her origins for her, Rey could feel the heat of a desert sun prickling her skin through a windstorm. She saw nothing, but she smelled the powdery air and swallowed a mouthful of sand. Looking around, there was so much contrast between the place she was now and the one that filled her senses. Here it was cold and dark and the walls closed in on them, wherever they went.

Suddenly Rey felt a second presence. It picked carefully through her mind as if it was rummaging through an old house, looking for lost treasures. Perhaps he shouldn't have been so eager- but when Rey walked past him, her back to him as she stepped inside, he couldn't help but try to dig a little deeper into her mind to try and find answers… And a connection. She was difficult not to be drawn to, her resilience to him and his immense force powers tantalizing and novel in a world that was otherwise easy to subjugate. But as soon as he started to probe her thoughts, eager to discover what had caused this state of torpor, she cut him off.

Rey squinted at the black haired man. Kylo swallowed, silent as her eyes searched him questioningly. He was the one. Kylo. Kylo-his name echoed in her thoughts. Amazed, Rey's eyes widened as she drew him back in, her mind opening up to him like a blossoming flower. She lingered there for a moment, feeling the push and pull of their minds, merged as one. Kylo, he was...grieving..hurting...frightened?

Again, Kylo remembered that feeling of convergence like he had felt that night in the stony hut- that secret connection that formed the essence of their bond. His eyes did not pull away, and he could feel her presence- her feelings as if they shared them. Confused, distrustful, curious. He could feel her probing into his feelings as well, like some eager explorer.

She was burrowing too deep, he realized- prickling fear enveloped his emotions. He had to push her away, evacuate her before she unearthed the lies he had told her.

A little black bot bumped into Rey's calf and her surroundings rushed back to her.

The interruption felt like cutting a cord. Kylo convulsed lightly at the suddenness of it; cold, dark, negative energy flowing back in like an icy pool where her presence had been. Rey looked steaily into Kylo's face, unsure of what to say. Her mouth struggled to form some word, then faltered.

It wasn't her fault she probed too deep- he had allowed it… "Do not do that again- You overstepped. I am you're master, do you understand?" Kylo hissed through clenched teeth, strangled fury kept at bay only by his demand for submissiveness.

Rey had moved to get on the table. Intending to hop up, she leaned her weight onto her arm-and a startling pain shot up her side.

"Ah-" she crumpled over the table, clutching the pained spot.

Kylo's fury ran cold then, feeling that something more was wrong than just any minor scrape or scratch. A handful of long strides put him at her side, hands grasping out to steady the girl. "What's wrong?" He asked in a deceptively calm tone, his force presence asking the same of her mind as he moved to pick her up.

"Your arm? Steady yourself."

Kylo's words fell on deaf ears; she was too intent on the injury, trying to find some explanation for the pain that was quickly radiating to the rest of her. She let Kylo help her onto the table, still feeling around for a wound, but finding none. Alerted to the new patient, a trio of bots plodded towards them both and circled the table. They began to fiddle with the machine that Kylo had pointed out. Their clunking machine part bodies bumped rudely against Kylo, hardly acknowledging that he was there.

"What are they doing?" Rey was swiveling her head around, trying to keep tabs on these suspicious silver droids.

She had shrunk away as far as she could. Without the strength to defend herself, she felt exposed and vulnerable. But they had crowded around her, blocking off escape, and she could already feel herself slipping out of consciousness. Her wild eyes fell on Kylo and she snatched his wrist to whisper: "Don't let them take my things-"

She blinked. Suddenly the world had changed from the dark metallic walls of the first order to a cloudless sky and rocky hills. There was a bearded man standing about a foot away, his head bent over to try and look into her face. Rey realized she was standing too. She looked back at him, and he smiled gently. There was a huge, furry brown beast standing just behind him.

"Rey-" The man said.

"Who are you?"

The question took him back and he paused mid-sentence. Then he made a big show of looking all around him, incredulous.

"Who am I? Why, I'm Luke Skywalker!" He said too-enthusiastically and too loudly, with his arms held out as if he were announcing himself to some eager audience. There was no audience.

Luke saw immediately that his dumb joke had missed its mark, Rey was making a face like she was still trying to laugh at it. Then the furry brown creature made a yelling noise, and Luke jumped around, noticing him for the first time.

"What? Chewy how did you get here? This is a force dream-," He was still shaking his head as he turned to Rey, "Chewy's just worried about you."

Rey's blank face stared back at him and Luke dropped his hands. This was not the time to be making light of things. He sighed and put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Are you alright, my friend?" He asked, his tone softer. His blue eyes were kind, worthy of trust. She readily answered with a shake of her head.

Then her eyes fluttered open again and white light flooded into them. She was back on the table, surrounded by more silver droids than before. They were saying something among themselves. But before she could understand them, the pain returned worse than ever. She rolled over, clutching her side, and groaning. Her vision blurred together.

She was siting cross legged on the ground. Rocks were piled together to form round-topped houses. There was the sound of the ocean and a salty breeze. Luke was sitting beside her, eating a juicy red fruit.

"Luke-" The shifting perceptions jarred her. She didn't know how much time she had before she woke up in that medical room again, "There's something wrong-."

So much was wrong, Rey hardly knew how to put it into words. But Luke seemed to understand.

"Oh I'm sorry, that's my fault," he turned his gaze away from her. There was this coy glint in it now. "I warned you not to leave. But I know why you did, I know what it's like to be your age. Still.. I wouldn't be any kind of teacher if I didn't keep an eye on you."

"Today, I sensed that something had gone wrong and I wanted to contact you, but not while you were conscious. I knew you were hurt. It was..." Luke took a breath, "a perfect cover. So...I sliced into this fruit and projected the feeling on to you."

Rey did a double take between the fruit and the man, mouth hanging open.

"It was cruel. I know it was cruel. You don't have to lecture me. But when you've been a Jedi for so long, you start thinking of all kinds of creative ways to use The Force, "He didn't look her in the eye anymore, he was just waving his hands around as he tried to excuse himself, "You know, if you just heard the things that my teacher put me through-"

He trailed off pathetically. The excuses weren't working on Luke either.

"No, it was wrong. I'm sorry."

He tossed the fruit rind and watched it bounce across the rocks.

"But now that you're here, we need to talk."