Kylo Ren entered Rey's room to find her already waiting for him. She stood in the center of the room, clad in black as always, her gaze steady as it met his. Kylo Ren certainly didn't feel as steady, but he tried not to let anything show.

He walked slowly over to Rey, his footsteps loud and resonant against the cold, dark stone floor. Rey made no sound when she moved; her feet were bare.

Kylo Ren found the sight strangely stimulating, for some reason. He had never seen her feet naked before. He wondered, how would the rest of her would look unclad?

As soon as the thought struck Kylo Ren, he brutally forced it out of his head and averted his eyes back to Rey's face.

"Let's just get this over with," he muttered, pulling out a pair of handcuffs. Rey looked at the metal bracelets and crossed her arms with a skeptical glare.

"You know I don't need those, right?"

Ben nodded, giving her the faintest smile. "Yeah. But I'd feel safer if you wore handcuffs, all the same. You did kill two people, after all."

Rey resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Leave it to Ben to joke about things like that. And he didn't even get the numbers right.

"One," she corrected him. "I only killed one person. The other prisoner was already dead."

"Oh right… Sorry, I forgot."

Rey raised an eyebrow. "You weren't the one to kill him?"

Ben shook his head. His posture was rigid, tired as he spoke. "No... The prisoner bit his own tongue off. By the time guards arrived, he had already bled to death."

Rey's mouth hung open, a mixture of surprise and despair in her eyes. "Oh," she gaped, too shocked to form concrete words.

"I'm sorry," Kylo Ren apologized, "You didn't have to know that."

"That's fine." Her voice was a quiet whisper by now. She trembled slightly. "… Why would he do something like that?" she asked. "What did you do to him?"

Ben's eyes darted to the side, avoiding the girl's gaze.

"I'd rather not answer that."

"Fine." Rey had already guessed why, after all. She could understand why Kylo Ren wouldn't want to admit that his torture had driven a man to death. But that didn't mean she forgave him.

The silence after Rey's words hung in the air with abundant awkwardness; up until when Kylo Ren lifted up the cuffs again.

"Give me your hands," he demanded, impatient to leave her presence as soon as possible.

Rey hesitated for a moment before holding out both her arms for Kylo to fasten her shackles. There was contact between their fingers as he worked; both of them chose to ignore it. It was too… unusual to touch one another like that; the only contact they ever had previously had always resulted in some form of hurt, like when Rey had given him his scar, or when Kylo Ren had kidnapped her for the first time.

To touch each other simply brought back memories both of them would rather forget. So as soon as the handcuffs were properly fastened, Ben pulled back like a burned hand. Rey released a breath she had unknowingly been holding.

Both of them knew that the interrogation was going to be a lot harder than expected.

Kylo Ren pulled up two chairs for them to use for the interrogation. One for him, one for Rey.

"Let's get started," he declared, sitting down hastily. Rey dropped down on the other chair in a cross-legged position. Some habit from her scavenger days, Kylo figured.

"So what are you going to ask me about?" Rey wondered indifferently.

"I'm not exactly going to ask you questions."

"What do you mean?" Her voice became defensive.

"You'll see."

Realization dawned on Rey's face. "You're going to use the force," she whispered. "to get into my mind."

He nodded.

"But you know that I'll be able to see what goes on inside your head too, right?"

"I'm prepared for that," Ben responded.

"If you say so."

The faint smile dancing on Rey's face didn't go unnoticed. Kylo Ren knew what that was; a declaration of a challenge.

He accepted it by extending his hand and capturing Rey's face in his grip.

The next moment, he was falling into her.