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Kylo Ren
He's scrambling to the bathroom even before he's fully awake. It's still there! She's still there! What was once nothing now flares to life faster than he can control it! He can see the door but it's like it's down a corridor. A long long corridor. Panic fills his veins as he stumbles to the ground yelling in his torment. Never has he felt a pain so bitter or a cry so resonant. It fills his veins with s0 much terror.
"Fayne!" He whispers. Nothing. "Fayne I know you're there, I know you can hear me . . ."
"Stay away from me . . ."
His stomach feels like it's going to explode. Is she in acid? Is she dying? "No . . . baby you need to tell me where you are . . ."
"Go away!" Her voice echoes that little much louder.
"Your pain is my pain . . ."
"Then I'll find a way to break the bond alright?!" She cries back in his mind. "Just leave me alone and I'll fix it!"
Even through the storm of his body betraying him, he reaches out to her. He reaches out to the one person he swore he would always protect. Because if he fails this time, he knows they will both die. Through the Force. Through the charade of hurt and betrayal she wears . . . and what he sees is enough to make him want to kill anyone and everything on that ship.
She's lying there. Like a corpse. Her beautiful hair is stained with tears. She doesn't look like Fayne. She looks like a prisoner waiting to be executed. Every now and then, her lips tremble and she whispers something that misses his ears. But something else. Something with her.
All he can see is a faint outline of it. But the very thought that something is so near her, and their child . . .
He disconnects. It's gone too far. Too far. He should have had Hux take her back a long time ago. He should never have let himself get separated from her.
Storming down the corridors even as the walls around him creak and peel, such is his disturbance. And the first person he sees. "Ready my ship!"
He knows where she is. The only question is, is he too late?
Fayne Dae
"Louder."
Oh she hates him. She's never felt so much hatred for anyone since Snoke. But now sitting in her underwear, shivering and trying to read this stupid text while this serpent sits in his throne, as calmly as ever.
"No."
If he had eyebrows to raise, he'd be doing it now. "What did you say?"
She hesitates. "I said no. What are you going to do about it?"
"Well the tank is already ready."
She laughs so hard that tears run down her face. "If you put me back in that damn thing . . ."
"You'll what?" He leans forward on his elbows as if listening to a bed time Story. "You're The honourable Fayne Dae. Jedi Knight are you not? Reason. What happened to the reason you spoke so highly of?"
"I am not a Jedi!" She roars back. "I'm not beautiful, I'm not honourable! I don't believe that there's always good in people and I don't believe the galaxy deserves saving!"
Silence. Until she realises what she has just said.
"Wait. I-I didn't mean . . ."
"That the General and her minuscule band of neophytes . . . they are all going to die . . ."
"Hope will always win."
"A corpse has no hope!" He bellows Back. "A thousand corpses have no hope. Hope is as fleeting as a flame atop the candle. Has your hope saved you?! Has hope saved him?! All these trillions enslaved all in their hopes and dreams and yet when the First Order began to rise, they could have stopped it. Instead they did nothing and the Order was allowed to rise to dominate the galaxy. Pathetic!"
"You're evil."
"Evil because I speak the truth?"
"Evil because you don't understand how beautiful their dream is," she breathes back. "You just want to stamp it down. They're fighting for their freedom."
"A noble but outdated concept. We are all born free. But it is rare that we die as such. No little girl. It is not about hope. It is not about being good. It is not even about love. The world turns on will. And your will is failing."
She shakes her head. "I'll kill myself before I let that happen."
"It is too late. You have already revealed your truth. All it will take is a little push. And your mind, your true mind will be mine."
The same words still plague her broken sleep. Your true mind. Your true mind. She touches her stomach. She questions everything. Her love for Ben. Ben's love for her. She takes her index finger, the sharpest nail on her head and claws another mark into her wrist, wiping the blood away. That's five. Five days. And when she sees her reflection in the mirror, she sees her irises. Yellow irises. The woman in the mirror is not Fayne Dae. It is something else. He was right. Her will is failing.
