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Weighed down with exhaustion. Swimming in confusion. Aching with a conflict.

She awakens in their bed. It is still too dark to see. It is all just as she remembered, with one exception. Her heavy heart, like a cannonball is sitting in her chest and she can't cough it up. And her husband isn't in the bed. Something feels wrong.

Because she said yes. Yes. I will join you. Yes. I will join the First Order but really, it was yes, she has to taste this new dish. Because if Snoke is right, Fayne will gain her husband and their baby. And they can be a family.

Order. Does it bring order? Does it bring an end to the trials and tribulations that Fayne has had to endure for the past years? Can it end the widespread corruption and cruelty that runs rampant throughout the Galaxy? Because if it can, it will be worth it ten times over. To save the children. And the old and the frail. Those who cannot fight for themselves.

And yet, it as if she is still half asleep, in a haze. There is something she is forgetting. A memory fighting to break free, but unable to do so. Something doesn't feel right. In fact it feels so wrong that it is beginning to feel unbearable to exist in her own skin. And she wants it to go away. But she can't. It is important that she sees this through to the end. Is the First Order the problem as she has been raised to believe, or is it the solution that she has never seen?

And this room. This damn room. It's so plain. With perfect white walls and snowy cotton sheets. Black and white. Those are the only colours in this room. It's driving her mad. Being coupled up in here. Air. She needs air. She needs to feel the heat of the Sun touch her face and the gentle tweets of birds singing and the smell of grass in the Spring. This room is devoid of life.

She stumbles towards the door and activates the open key.

As predicted, the two Stormtroopers have not moved. Her guards. Why does she need guards on board her own husband's ship? She hadn't thought about it before now. Is it to stop someone getting in, or to stop her getting out?

"I want to take a walk."

The one on the left answers in a mechanical voice. "Sorry Miss. We have orders not to let you out of this room."

Her thin eyebrows narrow. "Orders from whom? Why?"

"Lord Ren Miss Dae," the Stormtroopers responds. "We're under strict orders not to let anyone in or you out."

As he is speaking, footfalls echo along the corridors. Squads of Stormtroopers sprint around the corridors, their blasters drawn. Alarms ring out through the ship, red lights beaming on and off, on and off. Perhaps not the best time to go for a walk. But the thought of going back into that room, that sealed off space with the white and the black and the silence, when outside is full of life . . . no. There is a pull. Like a little tug. And it's calling her out of the room. She is only too happy to follow. But first, an obstacle must be removed.

"You will leave your posts and report to reconditioning." The power is there. As natural as breathing. This time,the apprehension is silent.

"We will leave our posts and report to reconditioning."

Fayne smirks as the guards stand to attention and leave their posts. The pull tugs a little more. What will she see? Where must she go? Whatever it is, it is the will of the Force. Something must be seen. Or there is something she must know. Follow the pull.

And she does. Walking as if she has lived here all her life. A few passing Stormtroopers shoot her curious glances but no one prevents her from walking. It as if she is in a dream. And as an ugly cold sensation settles on her heart like rotting food, she is hit with a painful understanding. She cannot join the First Order. It felt different. Then it felt strange. And in the space of only a few hours, it feels wrong. An affront to everything that she is, everything she fought for, everything she believes in. And this pull is not letting up.

Getting close. There is a platform up ahead and . . . a girl with a dark man. The girl looks very familiar. As she sprints closer, the dark curly hair brings back memories . . . Rey? The pull intensifies. Closer. The girl screams "No!" Now she has to know. And she runs.

Up to the platform. Past Rey. And her eyes lock with his. With Kylo Ren. As he pulls his blazing light sabre out of Han Solo. Out of his father, and Fayne's friend. And the man touches his son's face one last time before tumbling over the railing, hundreds of feet to certain death. And her foolishness crushes down on he with such force that the breath is whipped from her lungs as she begins to scream.

And then he looks up. And he meets her eyes. And she sees absolutely nothing of Ben Solo. The man who has just slaughtered her friend in cold blood, is not the man she knew. He is a monster.

And when he speaks, the growl in his voice reflects her worst fears. "Fayne . . ."

A blast comes from nowhere. She sees him yell and clutch his stomach. He goes down. But the light of life is still burning. He's not gone. The world comes back into focus.

It is Rey. And the man. She doesn't ask what they're doing aboard the ship. She doesn't care. Only one thought. Ben is gone. He has crossed the ultimate line. The uncross able line. There is no coming back. Not to her. Not to anyone who has morality still in their heart.

The next thing she knows, Rey's hand is gripping hers, yet again. Something about bombs. And got to get out. Super charged weapon. She's stumbling and weeping at the same time. Because the shock is so fresh and the world is so heavy, and she's just not sure she can do this anymore.

"This is Finn!" Rey shouts, tugging Fayne along. "He's going to help us!"

Finn. The man. Going to help them. The tears are beginning to freeze and Fayne sees her icy breath drift into the night air. They are outside. The snow high on the ground, the dark trees looming alongside them as they run. It's cold. The world is racing ahead. Then a fiery red light cuts through the silence and the dark forest.

Her eyes adjust. And when they do, she wishes she had never left the ship in the first place. The murderer. The monster. Kylo Ren. Standing there like a demon from the other world, blocking their path. His black eyes locked like burning charcoal on her. He's here.