For three long days, Rey was left alone in Kylo Ren's chamber. She was unsure why they had chosen to leave her here rather than a cell and though it was certainly more comfortable, it made her nervous. Kylo had brought her here straight from Snoke's audience chamber, undoing her handcuffs once the door was shut. Rey had rubbed her wrists and looked at Kylo with hatred. "So, when does my seduction to the dark side begin?" She gave a small, defiant laugh. "Bring on the torture."
"Your training will begin tomorrow, Scavenger." He slumped down in a chair, looking absolutely exhausted. He buried his face in his hands for a moment, before looking at Rey again. "You laugh now but you'll see reason soon. I'll show you the ways of the force, like I told you I would before. I'll teach you things your precious Master Luke never could."
"He's not my Master anymore." Kylo looked surprised.
"Oh?"
"I decided to give up Jedi training the moment before I was taken. The idea of being a Jedi sounded great but I didn't agree with the teachings. I won't deny any part of myself, anger and fear are part of what make me human. But I won't ignore the good either, not like you have."
"I deny what makes me weak."
"Is that why you had to kill your father? Did he make you weak?"
"I won't do this with you Rey," Kylo snapped. "Get some rest, you'll need your strength for tomorrow." At his words, Rey felt a sharp pang of fear.
"Where am I supposed to sleep?"
"On a chair or the floor, what do I care?" He turned and walked through the door to what must have been his bedroom. Rey had lain down on the floor, knowing there was no way she would be able to sleep that night.
Training was not to begin the next day. Snoke sent Kylo off on some sort of mission and Rey was left on her own. At first, she was relieved but boredom soon caught up with her. She attempted to meditate to pass time but she had never been good at that in the best of circumstances. She found a few books and read them cover to cover. Attempting to stay in shape, she stretched and ran laps around the room. Naps were also an excellent way to pass the time. Rey continued to sleep on the floor, though since Kylo was gone she probably could have slept in his bed. The idea made her uncomfortable. She also kept wearing her increasingly dirty beige outfit. The delivery droids that brought her food also brought a change of clothes, a set of heavy black robes. Rey threw them down the garbage shoot.
Soon, she ran out of things to do and found herself almost wishing Kylo would come back. At least it was something to do. Finally, while Rey sat reading, he did. "Where have you been? Off destroying more planets?" she asked when he entered the room.
"You don't waste any time, do you?"
"I've been wasting plenty of time, here waiting."
"Well, we won't be wasting anymore. Now that I'm back, your training can begin. I'm ready to be your teacher."
"I told you, I'm not going to train. I won't be light but I certainly won't be dark." Rey stood up and crossed her arms. Kylo was fuming.
"You are the most stubborn creature I've ever met!" he exploded. "Not to mention stupid. What do you think is going to happen? That Snoke is just going to let you go if you can't be turned? Well I have news for you, he'll kill us both."
"I'd rather be dead than be like you."
"What would be the point in that? If you are alive at least you can fight back. Dying would be giving up, taking the coward's way out. That's not who you are, Rey. You're a fighter."
"How do you know what I am?" Rey was furious. "You don't know anything about me."
Kylo took a step closer to her, then another. They were so close their foreheads were nearly touching. Rey could feel his breath on her face when he whispered. "I know you. I understand you better than anyone else."
"And how is that?" Rey found herself whispering back.
"Because we are just alike. I don't want to die either. We may be on different sides and have different motives but I'd also like to live to fight another day."
Rey took a step back. She had never hated anyone so passionately, not even the scum of Jakku could compare to Kylo Ren. Still, she knew deep down that he was right. Rey was no martyr; she never gave up no matter how shitty life became. There was no way she would willingly die, not while she could live and help fight Snoke. The only way to do that was to pretend to go along with his plan. Maybe she could gain Kylo's trust and escape. "I hate to admit it but you're right. I'll train with you. But I won't call you master."
Kylo rolled his eyes. "I didn't expect you would."
"When do we start?"
"As soon as you change your clothes."