Will not be shaken and jump into this,

And be persuasive.

Amora's eyes shot open once again. An unsettled feeling in her stomach had awoken her.

She was being watched. And not by Poe.

"Here to kill me?" she asked, once the Force had revealed Rey's ever chaotic energy to her.

Rey stepped calmly forward from the shadows of the far end of the room. Amora smirked a little. For a little girl with no training, she'd managed to sneak into the room while she'd been talking with Poe. She had to give Rey a bit of credit for her willpower. But she had a similar tell to Amora.

Just carry on

And make my mind up

To go through this

Or be firm

And sit in silence.

Amora could see Kylo's lightsaber gripped tightly in Rey's shaking hands.

"He's not going to be pleased you took that from him," she commented calmly. Her lightsaber was on the table beside her.

"I had to. I have to kill you," Rey answered, finally willing herself to speak; she looked down at the saber herself as though she couldn't believe she had it either. Amora could feel the darkness on her. It was surrounding her like a dark mist, seeking any way into her it could; seeking the opportunity to consume her.

"What will happen when you do?"

The answer seemed to be an easy one, Rey felt as though it was a trick because she could not seem to verbalize the answer. Amora continued to smile at her, gently. As though she already knew everything that was about to happen.

'Cause I want to fight

I want to fight

I want to prove I'm right

"What was that between you and Poe?" Rey countered, choosing to ignore Amora's attempt to get Rey to show her hand.

Amora touched the necklace Poe had given her.

"Poe Dameron is a good man. Foolish, but good. In another life, if I had not become a monster among men; I would have liked to know him," she answered, twirling the ring upon her neck a few times as she spoke.

"He doesn't care about what you've done," Rey said. Amora laughed.

"That is why he is a fool."

"So you agree then, that you can't be redeemed; that you have to die?"

Amora looked at Rey, looked at the saber still grasped tightly in both of her hands. She could see herself in the girl standing before her, scared and surrounded by temptation.

I want to fight
I want to fight
So turn and forfeit

"I have never disagreed with that notion."

"Then why are you making this so difficult?!" Rey shouted back, exasperated.

"It's speaking to you, isn't it? The lightsaber?"

Rey looked down at Kylo's saber. It was whispering to her, angry but unclear. It sounded just like the nagging voice in her head, more frustrated at her for not igniting it and cutting down her enemy.

"It's the crystal in it. It is cracked, it leaks. All his anger, his hatred, self-loathing, confusion, everything breathed into its creation; it will infect you with it. You cannot handle that, so put it down, sweetheart," Amora reached out, offering to take it from her. It reminded Rey of Han Solo, offering to take this same saber from his son on the bridge what felt like a lifetime ago.

Medicated,
Could do some good
Or find a way to relate
Or just shut up

"Stop treating me like a child!" Rey shouted back again, inhaling air laced with the darkness in every heaving frustrated breath. The saber yanked forcefully from her grip and flew into Amora's fingers. Rey tried to grasp for it but it left her so quickly. Along with it left the rest of her resolve.

"But you are exactly that, Rey. Just a child. You have so much to learn. I helped create this lightsaber, it will always call to a maker before it calls to anyone else."

Amora held it over in her hands a few times before looking to Rey again.

"I know what it is like, to want a family. A place to belong. A home. I always dreamed my parents were famous, were noble, were great cosmic travellers or war fighters, like Ben, or Poe. But they disappointed me, when I finally found them. They were junkies. And not only were they not special, neither was I. They sold all of their children off to feed their habits. They sold me to a Toydarian hustler on Coruscant who used my penchant for the force to help him steal from planetary tourists. That is where Master Skywalker found me, took me in, trained me. They sold my brother to a nobleman's family. And they left my sister behind on a planet all the torture in the world couldn't get me the coordinates for. I managed to find my brother, but Ben was the one who found you."

Rey's head swam uncomfortably. She let Amora's words wash over her a few times before it really dawned on her how long she'd been staring in silence at her own sister.

"It is only a theory, but one I take solace in; because you and I are not as different as you'd like to believe. Except, I am a murderer and you are not. And I will do my best to keep you that way, for my master's sake."

"He said he isn't mad," Rey recalled suddenly as Amora spoke of her jedi master, "he said he isn't mad. And hat you're still his favorite little fighter."

Amora seemed to soften instantly at this, smiled a little.

"I thought you were here to kill me, Rey; not hurt me," she said with a laugh, sitting up a bit more. Rey stepped forward a bit, really looked at Amora. They had the same nose, perfectly straight and downward tilting. And their ears, held the same smallish, delicate shape; tightly knit to her head, it always made it easier for Rey to wear scavenged pilot's helmets even if they weren't her size. She wanted to reach out and touch her, she seemed shrouded in an ethereal glow, almost unreal to her now. A family member. A person who she belonged to, even if just potentially by blood. It made sense, her theory. They were both so strong in the force, she had a baby sister who was left behind. It could be Rey.

A desperate shouting in the distance caused them both to turn. Amora was up with surprising agility, though she held the wall as she moved; her other arm guarded her stomach with Kylo's lightsaber.

"Another time, sweetheart," she said, passing by Rey as though she was no threat. And she wasn't. She knew that.

Rey sunk down against the wall to the floor with a thud. Amora was not only Rey's greatest enemy, she could be Rey's only family. She thought on the general, his deal. Kill her, and he would spare the Resistance. How could she now? She closed her eyes, held her head to her knees.

So step up
And forfeit