As soon as Kylo Ren had seen the empty room and broken, bloody handcuffs on the ground, he knew exactly what had happened; Rey had escaped.
Kylo clenched his fists in rage. How could he have been so arrogant, being so sure he would best her in a battle of minds? A thoughtless move from Kylo Ren's part— and he had paid for it.
But this was the last mistake Kylo Ren would ever make with her— this was for sure. The next meeting with Rey, Kylo Ren would be the one to walk away victorious.
He would make sure of that.
Even if it meant killing her.
And with a whirl of fabric and shadow, Kylo Ren threw open the door and set off to hunt Rey down and bring her back to him— with or without breath in her lungs.
Hearing Ben's footsteps echoing behind her, Rey sprinted up the last staircase at near light speed, with no time to catch her breath. But she couldn't let him capture her— she simply couldn't. Not yet, at least.
She had somewhere to go first.
By the time Rey had reached the top, Ben's footsteps could be heard thundering after her, and as Rey slipped into the open elevator, she caught glimpse of his dark figure just as the doors closed.
He wasn't speaking to her anymore. No curses roared at her, no screams of anger. Secretly, Rey was happy about that.
Silence had always suited them best.
Inside the elevator, Rey was confronted with rows and rows of buttons. Without the slightest hesitation, Rey pressed the highest floor— where the canopy was located.
There were no means of escape from there— Rey was sure of that— but escaping the First Order was nearly impossible in her current situation anyways… so fuck it all, she just wanted to see some sky again.
Was it too much to ask for, just a few moments of starlight and sky? To remember how life tasted like before war?
The doors slid open and Rey ran out, heading outside, to the sky— towards freedom...
… To taste freedom once more... even if it only lasts a moment.
But a moment of freedom is worth dying for, always.