So I got bored. And decided that those of you who had followed this hadn't read my note. So... here is the next installment. There is as you can tell parts missing. When I can get ahold of the script or can watch the movie again (I watched it in the theaters once) I will fill it in and organize the chapters accordingly. I would still like to know your opinions of course.
As Ren stood over Rey with his lightsaber raised to strike her down in his blind rage he sensed someone near in the Force and turned his head ever so slightly.
...Ben...Ben... The voice whispered.
Mother? He asked haltingly as his anger suddenly melted into nothingness.
Ben...My son. Her voice grew in volume till it sounded as though she stood beside him.
I killed him. He asked hoping suddenly that she wouldn't change her mind and disown him. Hoping she would call him son, one more time.
Come back. She begged.
Why? He asked. Because he had to. Had to know why she wanted him. Because the part of him that distrusted everyone was still there. It would always be there.
...I forgive you. She truly meant it. Part of the wall of lies Snoke had fed him crumbled. But it didn't answer his question, not all the way. That love could be the only reason someone wanted him was hard to believe.
So he answered honestly. You shouldn't.
I am your mother. I love you... She stated. The words chiseled a little more of his resolve away.
I...your son is dead! But his charade of not caring was getting old quickly. He did care. He cared very much. And his mother knew it.
Ben is not dead. Ben, my Ben, will rise. The declaration rocked him to his foundations. Maybe...
...I...I don't deserve the name. He whispered.
No. But you will... I love you. Ben. She promised.
I am a murderer. He argued. He tried to poke a hole in her promise, to prove she didn't care.
You are my SON.
You don't know me. Kylo whispered, weak defensive. A small part of him wondered why he was still arguing. Why he didn't just take it, his mother's love, without sounding it's depths.
YOU ARE MY SON BEN SOLO. YOU ARE the last Skywalker. The words reverberated through him. Pulling him partway out of the pit he had dug for himself with a surge of tenderness, stubbornness and a good dose of Skywalker strength, before she faded. But only partway.
Then there was silence, emptiness. A hole in a place he hadn't known existed.
She was gone.
Dead, he realized with a pang.
She had died to send that message. To give that last assurance. To project her consciousness into his mind.
He dropped his scarlet lightsaber like it was an infectious disease. It was. Did he not with that same weapon cut down his father, attack and wound Rey?
The torture of losing his mother so soon after he had regained her washed over him like one of the giant waves that crashed against the catwalk. But the fire-like pain of a lightsaber exploded in his chest overwhelming all his other senses, eclipsing the anguish of his loss. Slowly it subsided to a muted throb as the blade burnt his nerves away and his body's survival mechanisms dulled the agony to prevent his blacking out.
Ren's mind slowed. He had trouble understanding what had happened. Why was he in pain? What had impaled him? A lightsaber. But who he wondered vaguely. Some little voice whispered a name so softly that he barely noticed but the implications of the thought devastated him. Rey...
No. She wouldn't...Would she?
It is strange how our minds and hearts work. How when we want something badly we often instead of trying to get it we run headlong in the opposite direction. And at the same time try to convince everyone we don't want or deserve it. Weird huh. But still true.