Kylo waited anxiously outside of Snoke's throne room. Pacing back and forth, he wondered what awaited him. Would the Supreme Leader take him back, as he had promised? Or was this merely a trap? It was very possible that Snoke had drawn him here just to kill him. Better to have his protégée dead than in the hands of the enemy. Despite his doubts, Kylo was feeling better than he had in months. He'd donned his old clothes, the mask covered his face. Once again, he was someone to be feared. More importantly, he was someone to be respected. He felt strong, alive. He knew where he belonged. The dark was his home.

Suddenly, the door to the audience chamber opened. General Hux appeared, a cruel smile on his pale face. "He'll see you now Ren," he said. "Best of luck to you, traitor."

Kylo chose not to reply. He entered the room and walked slowly towards the massive throne. Upon reaching it, he fell to his knees and waited for the Supreme Leader to speak. After what seemed like hours, he finally did.

"Kylo Ren," he boomed. "How glad I am to see you. I take it your time with the resistance is finished?"

"I'm back where I belong, Supreme Leader," Kylo replied. "And I'm more committed to our cause than ever before."

"Is that so?" Snoke leaned forward, frowning. "How can I trust you now? How can I be sure you won't go running off again?"

"I know now that the darkside is a part of me. Without it, I'm incomplete." Kylo stood up. "My time with the Resistance has shown me the value of our work. The rebels lack vision as well as strong leadership. With them in charge, the galaxy would fall into chaos."

"So that's the reason for your return?" Snoke sounded skeptical. "Politics?"

Kylo looked at the floor. "You were right. I'll never belong there. My mother has never accepted me. My uncle will never trust me. I have nothing to go back to."

"And the girl?" Snoke prompted. "You seemed to be growing awfully fond of each other."

"I'll miss her," Kylo admitted. "But I've made my decision. Besides, it would have never worked out between us."

"And why is that?" Snoke asked.

"We're just too different." Kylo knew it was the truth, though it pained him to admit it. "She radiates pure light. I belong in the dark." He sighed. "She's better off without me. I'd only end up hurting her."

"Nonsense!" Snoke proclaimed. "The girl doesn't radiate light, she radiates power. Power that we could put to use."

Kylo was confused. "What do you mean?"

Snoke smiled. "My meaning, Ren, is that you won't be missing your scavenger for long. Rey will soon be joining us."

Suddenly, Kylo felt sick. Rey join the First Order? No, that would never happen. She'd die first. "Supreme Leader, I don't believe Rey can be turned," he said.

"Of course she can," Snoke insisted. "Tell me, does Luke Skywalker still train her?"

"Not anymore," Kylo muttered. "He stopped after she started seeing me."

"Exactly!" the Supreme Leader cried. "Her talents are being wasted, her powers go unused. The force is a part of her, she'll be dying to use it."

"You think if we offer to train her, she'll join us?" Kylo asked. "Just like that?"

"I know she will."

Kylo kept quiet, he knew better than to argue with his master. And there was a part of him loved the idea of Rey joining the First Order. Once she was fully trained they'd be an unstoppable team, partners in both war and in love. He pictured Rey dressed in black robes, beautiful and strong by his side. He'd never be alone again. But he knew it would never work. Rey always followed her convictions. It was one of the many things he loved about her.

"I can sense your doubt," Snoke said, interrupting Kylo's train of thought. "You'll see in time. Rey will be ours very soon."

"I hope you're right, Supreme Leader."

"Now go," Snoke commanded with a wave of his hand. "And Send General Hux back in. We have much to discuss."