The Resistance had gathered enough evidence against her. After her own testimony, which she thought was for Kylo, they finally had everything they needed to give her a sentence of her own. All of the focus so far had been on Kylo. It had come as a complete surprise they were preparing Nara's trial at the same time. If only she had known…

Afterwards they had brought her to a separate room where they had continued her hearing. While the courtroom was packed with spectators and for Kylo, her own courtroom was near empty. She only had three judges and had to make do with one droid keeping track of everything that had been said.

Nara had made sure her testimony was consistent. She knew she had worked herself in a mess, and things would only get harder if she would deny everything she had just said minutes ago. Every question that had been asked had been answered truthfully, hoping they would see the same thing that she had seen. The First Order hadn't been so bad.

But when her sentence was spoken it felt like the world had stopped spinning and the galaxy had ceased to exist. Her heart sank and she struggled to breathe. They had given her a prison sentence. They were sending her to prison for five years, and even though Nara knew that was a light sentence, she hadn't seen this coming. When she had woken up this morning she would have never thought she wouldn't be returning that afternoon.

Immediately after the judges were finished the doors swung open and two guards entered, ready to take her away. They had hardly given her time to let it all sink in, grabbing her by her wrists to spin her around.

Nara's mind was clouded with questions. Where exactly was she going? What was the prison going to be like? Would she be able to talk to Leia? But above all, she wondered if Kylo was there as well. Had she ruined everything for him like she had ruined it for herself?

The guards escorted her from one prison to another. Whether she was trapped inside an apartment, or in a cell, there was not much difference. In fact, the only thing she worried about was Kylo's sentence. She had been locked up in various different places and in various different ways for a long time now. The silence and solitude meant nothing to her anymore, but would he be able to cope like she would?

They came to a sudden halt. Nara looked down to the ground to make sure she wouldn't get tangled in her chains, before looking up to see Leia.

The general had a solemn look on her face. Her cheeks were slightly glowing and she was rubbing her hands together. It meant Kylo's trial had ended as well.

"How is he?" Nara asked, not caring she was a prisoner now, talking to a general.

Their eyes met and Leia cocked her head, shaking it slowly. She couldn't tell. How had Nara expected anything else?

"I'm sorry, Nara. You knew this had to be done. There will be an opportunity for you to appeal your case, and you know we will give you a second chance if you prove yourself. Good behavior gets rewarded."

Good behavior? That meant pledging her alliance to the Resistance again. That meant denouncing everything she had come to believe in… But if it would get her an early release… It wouldn't be the first time she had lied to escape.

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Nara had to get used to the prison sentence. Every single day was planned out to minutes, keeping her occupied all the time. The only time she had time to breathe was at night, when she was all alone in her cell. While she was appreciative of everything she had, she couldn't help but to long for the days when she was completely alone.

She had to go to her psychiatrist every other day. At first, Nara didn't want anything to do with her, and kept her mouth shut most of the time, but after a while the psychiatrist was the only person she felt she could trust, and she needed to pour her heart out to someone.

Even though they were sheltered from what happened on the outside world, the other prisoners knew who she was and what she had done. Most of them stayed clear of her, the only contact being the occasional "Traitor" that got slurred in her way.

Visitation hours were twice a week, but who was there to visit her? Poe hated her. Leia couldn't possibly visit her as the general of the Resistance, and she had no idea what had happened to Kylo. She hadn't seen nor heard about him during her entire stay so far, and she didn't figure anyone would be telling her soon.

The days were long and especially uneventful, just like they had intended. The Resistance wanted her to break. They wanted her to be her old self again, but even after all the talks she had with her psychiatrist she wondered if she ever could be. The things she had done in the name of the First Order… Those were things that couldn't be taken back.

It had been at least a couple of months since she had been in here. Or had it been a year already? It was hard to keep track of time while she was completely cut off from the outside world. Undoubtedly the First Order would have come for Kylo by now. They wouldn't let him go that easily.

Nara had dosed off in a light sleep when a droid appeared at her cell. It extended its arm and tapped on the glass ever so slightly, trying to catch her attention.

She opened her eyes and shot up. It wasn't often she got any attention from pretty much anyone apart from when they would be receiving their food for the day. She looked down to a tray with empty dishes which meant she had already eaten. The droid wasn't here for her dinner, it was here for something else.

"Prisoners 5039, you are requested to follow me to Room C."

Room C. She had never been there before, but she knew all too well what was there. Her heart stopped for a moment as she figured someone was playing a cruel joke on her. This couldn't be true.

"Uh," she mumbled, placing her bare feet on the cold ground as she edged closer to the glass. "Room C?"

"Yes. You are requested to follow me to Room C," the droid repeated.

"You mean, Room C, as in the visitation room?"

"That is correct."

Her brows ruffled as her fingers fumbled with the hem of her plain shirt. She had a visitor. For the first time since she had been in here, she had an actual visitor. Nara could hardly believe it, and for that sake she told herself to just assume it was all a joke to lower her expectations. She didn't even allow herself to think about who it might be.

Shortly after a guard appeared. As usual, only the droids spoke, and any further questions by Nara got ignored. Cuffed and bound the guard and the droid led her to Room C. There was hardly anyone around, which struck her as odd. Nara figured visitation hours would be busy, even though the Resistance didn't have that many prisoners. Most of the others were people sitting out a short sentence for small war crimes or other misdemeanors. In contrast to Nara, they would still have friends left on this planet.

She brushed off the lack of activity as normal, as she had no idea what it was like usually. They waited in front of the door that said Room C and as soon as it opened they proceeded in.

There were several booths with two seats, separated by glass in the middle, protecting one side from the other. Nara's eyes glided over all of them, noticing they were all empty, except for one.

The guard pushed her forward while the droid remained behind. Awkwardly, Nara walked along, her fingers fumbling together again as her breath got caught in her throat. She couldn't see who was on the opposite side of the glass due to the reflection of the light, and every step they got closer she got more anxious.

She didn't dare to look up to see who was sitting in front of her until she sat down properly and they had secured her to the booth. The guard told her she was under constant surveillance and she was expected to behave otherwise he would come and get her again.

Once she nodded the guard stepped outside and closed the booth, sealing her off from the room. Nara took three steady breaths before allowing herself to see who would be the only one who cared enough to visit her after all this time.

Deep down inside she expected Leia. The general was softer than she would like to admit, and it wouldn't surprise her if she came down to see how she was doing, even though Nara knew she would get personal updates from the guards anyway.

But when her eyes locked onto her visitor's, she almost fainted.

"Kylo," she managed to get out, her voice shaky from the surprise that sat before her.

When her eyes focused properly she was taken aback. His black hair was tucked behind his ears, but she could still see it had grown. His eyes were soft, almost apologizing, but what struck her the most were his clothes. Kylo had always worn black ever since he had joined the First Order, but now he was wearing plain civilian clothing. The blue shirt fitted tightly around his body. It didn't show a Resistance insignia, but she knew where it came from nevertheless.

"Ben," he corrected her.

Nara tilted her head to the side as she narrowed her eyes. Ben? What the hell was going on? It wasn't until now that she had recovered from the shock and she could think clearly again. Kylo was sitting here in front of her, on the other side of the glass, in normal clothing. Why was he not in prison like her? How had he managed to escape a sentence while she had been convicted? And, why wasn't he wearing his First Order uniform?

"What are you doing here?" Nara hissed, stunned by what she was seeing.

"I came to see you."

He made it sound like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Nara shook her head, still not sure if what she was seeing was really the reality. Had she been dreaming all this time?

"Nara," he began, his voice sounding a lot more careful than before. "I have something to tell you. Everything that has happened… I was wrong. I'm sorry."

Nara gripped the chair she was sitting in as she narrowed her eyes, scanning his face. She knew him long enough to know he was telling the truth, but even after all this time she still had trouble to decipher what the hell he meant sometimes.

"What do you mean wrong," she snapped.

"All of it. I see it now. The influence I felt. I thought it was my grandfather, and it was, but it wasn't grandfather as I thought he was."

He wasn't making much sense to her, but she continued to listen very carefully anyway.

"I thought he was pulling me towards the dark. But, Nara, I interpreted it wrong. It was a call to the light."

She shook her head once again. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying I was wrong. I should've never gone to the First Order. It was a mistake."

Her heartbeat stopped for a mere moment. It was a mistake. How could he say it so simply?

"A mistake, Kylo? You mean all those innocent people you killed, the things you've done, was a MISTAKE?"

Her voice was rising in anger. She couldn't believe what he had just told her. It was all so ludicrous she began to wonder if this really was all a cruel joke to punish her. Was this part of their plan to break her?

"I killed for you. I abandoned everyone I know. I betrayed them, and they hate me now. You made me show the power of the dark side. How can you not believe in it anymore? It made you who you are!"

"I know," he said apologetic. "I know, but I also now know I was wrong. Snoke undoubtedly made me stronger than anyone here could, and I still am grateful for his training. But I can't ignore the truth now. I can't live in a lie anymore."

A tear ran down her cheek as the words began to make sense to her.

"I am in here, because of you. I will be rotting in a jail cell for years while you get off without punishment."

"I know," he repeated. "I am very sorry for what I did to you Nara. I am fighting for the Resistance now to make up for it. Mother showed me the truth and I couldn't deny it any longer. I'm sorry."

She couldn't take it anymore. Another word, and she would really break down. Nara pushed herself upwards, curled her fingers into a fist and started to bang on the glass as she started to scream from the top of her lungs. She needed to get out of here. She couldn't look at him a second longer than was necessary.

Within a few seconds thee guards began to drag her away. Away from him.

A/N: I have to (again) apologize for the (very) long wait. I have to admit, I kind of lost interest in this story, and as I noticed that less and less people were reading it I didn't really feel like writing again. However, since I want to start new fics soon, I felt like I owed it to the people who still were reading that I finished this story. So here I am. Next chapter will probably be the last to wrap everything up, but I wouldn't say that will be the end of it forever. Perhaps when the next Star Wars film is out I will do a sequel.

This chapter was definitely inspired by a work of fan art that was floating around on tumblr a while back of Kylo misinterpreting Anakin's calls. I loved that so much, and I really wanted to include the idea behind it. Another piece of fan art I was inspired by was of Kylo coming to his mother to apologize, and Leia just couldn't turn away her only son, which explains why he got off so easily.

I hope this chapter update was a nice little surprise. I can't make any promises about when the final chapter will be up. I always tend to write while I am having midterms or finals (having a break from writing, by.. writing?) so I don't have a whole lot of time.

I would love to hear your thoughts as always, and a big thank you for sticking with me for 38 chapters already. Take care 3