"Here," Cordella said happily, holding out a decent sized stick. "Do you think this will work?"

Rey smiled, taking the item from the teen's outstretched hand. This would do the trick. It was thick enough to hold Rey upright without snapping under her leaning pressure. It fit comfortably in her hand and was a decent height. Rey took a step, using her new staff of sorts to support her weaker leg.

Ahch-To was sunnier and warmer than the last few times Rey had been here previously, like the island itself was happy to see them back again in such a short notice, hungry for visitors.

"This will work perfectly," Rey praised Cordella with a bright smile before making her way back to the rock she had been resting on and taking her seat once more. Cordella took a seat beside Rey and glanced towards where Finn was busy practicing moving things about with the force.

Finn caught on quick when it came to feeling the force and using it. Rey had always thought of Finn as a quick learner, especially after they had both fought Kylo on Starkiller Base. His movements were more fluid and easy, some enjoyment on his face.

His ability to use a lightsaber was lacking though. It wasn't that Finn couldn't fight, he was trained extensively for most of his life after all. It was more the fact that he had been trained with guns and not sabers or staffs or anything within that nature. And the fact that she was missing hers and Ben was nowhere near them with his didn't help Finn learn.

Maybe when all the madness was over they would be able to focus on it more. It was only fair to Finn. He deserved something in his life now that Rose was gone.

Rey knew they had been close. There had always been some sort of odd connection between the two of them, something a little more than friendship, but not quite lovers. And Finn had been a little under the weather since then. It was good to see him smile for once.

There were footsteps from behind one of the huts and Rey glanced over to find Poe returning from the Falcon where he had been speaking with Connix. He was running a hand through his hair and sighed when he finally got back to the group. Finn left his practicing and came to join the small group as they waited for Poe's announcement that was sure to be coming.

"Connix says that according to the stormtrooper armor that we hid on the Finalizer, the ship is at the edge of The Unknown Region. They'll most likely be here within the hour," Poe explained with a deep and shaky breath. The way he stood held a nervous air about it.

They were all nervous. None of them knew how this was going to work and none of them were certain if they would come out of this on the other side, but they would fight. The thought of the First Order being able to do anything with the Vergence Scatter was a terrifying idea, more so with Wayzac at the beginning of it.

Rey's gut was in a knot with the impending darkness that was sure to swallow them in the matter of a few minutes. And maybe they could have just let Wayzac wander this island for years and never find what she was looking for, but she would keep searching. She would never stop and who knew how many lives she would destroy that way if she got the chance.

And this was bigger than all of them. If they could stop her here and now then that was exactly what they were going to do. It was worth the chance. And maybe history wouldn't remember them, not that they wanted to be remembered, but the heavens would know that they fought tooth and nail until the end for the betterment of the universe. The heavens would know the pain and the struggle and how much they lost, the people they had lost. The universe would know even if no one left this island and if the island was never again found by anyone.

Rey was tired. It was a deep exhaustion that had made its home in her bones. It was a tiredness that wouldn't be solved with a good night's rest, though that wouldn't hurt. An exhaustion that pulled her down and would only be helped once this whole ordeal was solved. She was more than ready for a day where she didn't have to think about the world's problems. She wanted a day where she could just be happy. Her, Ben, and her friends together without a care.

Ben... Rey was sure the tiredness was also from worry over Ben. Lando and Chewie had seemed confident enough that he would be able to take care of himself, and he could, but that didn't stop Rey from worrying. They had put so much into each other, something more than just the dyad. They were more than the dyad. But this battle was also so much more. It was more than both of them. It was more than finding Ben, though Rey couldn't deny it would be a very amazing added bonus. But the galaxy came first and she was sure it always would between her and her friends.

Rey was sure the others were just as spent as her. Both Finn and Poe had been with her from the very beginning, going after anything she had asked for without much of a fight. And Cordella had been more than happy to give them anything they ever could have needed to keep fighting this battle. They had been lucky to find protection, resources, help and above everything else, a friend. A friend who had given them all multiple chances and who had given them the benefit of the doubt. She was strong, smart, kind and the people of Naboo were fortunate to have her as their queen.

There was also this unsettling feeling that she couldn't shake from her chest as well as a deep pull somewhere behind her ribs, as if something wanted to move her in a certain direction and wouldn't stop bothering her until she went to where it wanted to guide her.

"...ey? Rey!"

She blinked, pulled from her thoughts and shook her head. "Huh?" she asked, looking over to her friends who had been trying to get her attention.

"Do we need to do anything else to be ready?" Finn questioned.

Rey shook her head. "I think we're as ready as we'll ever be."

The mirror fragments glinted on the floor. They had taken a liking to their new home, having never been picked up. It was artistic in a way, how they caught the fluorescent lights when they turned on and danced with the movement around the room.

The footprints still flowered among the shards, a deeper shade of red in their age, picture perfect in shape. They were a dizzying maze leading from the on suite bath and back through the room, disappearing at the door that led out into the hall, where they had been cleaned away.

Wayzac sat on the floor, in nothing more than her under clothes, knees curled into her chest, at the edge of the mirror ocean. Her free hand's fingers lingered, unmoving on the dirty face of a doll that had been long forgotten. A doll her brother had ruined, the only reminder of something that was happy. A once upon a time that had been hers once upon a time.

She didn't know how many hours had passed. Had it been hours or days? It didn't matter whatever the answer was. She wasn't sure if she would even care if it had been months.

Was she pushing too hard? What was she going to accomplish by doing any of this? She didn't have a plan for what to do once she was done taking over the whole galaxy. What came next? Where did she go when she had reached the top? For so long she had been struggling, pushing, fighting her way up the ladder by whatever means were necessary. So what came after she won?

And she was spent. She was tired. She was running on empty and wanted nothing more than to hide away and sleep, but sleep didn't favor her. It never had. Nightmares were ever present. They were normal. Nightmares weren't the problem. She would be more than grateful for a nightmare if it meant she actually was able to sleep.

Would it be wrong for her to run away? She could race to the very edge of the universe and keep going until it was only her, until she was safe. Would anyone miss her if she did? Could she escape this life that she had been building? Was it too late for something new, something better?

"What if I don't want this?" Her voice cracked and made her wince with how loudly it echoed back to her in this shrinking room.

"Grow up," a voice answered back in ridicule. The harshness caught her off guard and she released the hold she had on her legs to better glance around for the owner of the voice. "Stop acting so pathetic and feeling sorry for yourself." Wayzac rose onto shaky knees, eyes flickering around the room panicked. She was alone. Where was the voice coming from? "You were always the weaker one between us, Lilith."

Her gaze finally fell downward and caught the image of a person among one of the larger mirror shards. Wayzac would know that face anywhere. The bright red hair with the ungodly sideburns. An ever present frown and those deep brown eyes that had come from their father.

"Armitage," Wayzac whispered, fingertips reaching out to touch the glass. She gingerly picked it up, bringing it eye level and staring. "I've miss-"

"You're a disappointment," he interrupted, his voice just as cruel as it had been, as she had always remembered it once he had risen to General. "You always have been."

"That's not true," she found herself arguing, her voice louder than she meant it. Her body went cold in a wash of inadequacy. It took everything in her to breathe, every ounce of strength to force the air into her tight lungs. "I made you!"

"You made nothing," Armitage hissed back, teeth bared and jaw tight. "Do you really think you were the one in charge? The one who got us to where we were? Did you really think that you were anything more than the daughter of a drunk?"

"Stop," Wayzac begged, eyes pricking painfully with tears, her own thoughts being shot back at her.

"Did you think you would ever be worth more than the three credits mother paid for you? The men over paid," he continued on, voice dark, eyes crazed in a way she couldn't remember having seen them before.

The words swirled around her and she felt like she was drowning, hand outstretched for a rope to pull herself up with, fingertips grazing it, but not being close enough to reach it. She was being pulled under, dragged down into the dark where light didn't dare go because even light was afraid.

"You're wrong!" she shouted, hand clenched tightly around the sharp shard.

"You weren't born for great things, Lily. You will go down in hell fire like the rest of us."

"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Wayzac's fist closed so tightly around the shard that warmth began to pool in her palm, burgundy dripping onto her bare knees and then the floor.

"Pull yourself together." This voice was new, but familiar. Wayzac blinked away the tears and was met with her mother's reflection in the bleeding mirror, staring back at her with a crossed expression. "I did not raise you to be weak." Wayzac opened her mouth to argue that she was never raised, but she couldn't form the words. They were trapped in her throat, choking her, depriving her of the air she so desperately needed. "I did not make you who you are for you to give up before your job is done."

"I made me," Wayzac shot back, the words finally in her mouth. "You were never there! Neither of you were!" She gasped, trying her best to suck in all of the oxygen she could as her head was plunged back into the icy depths of drowning. "I made this! All of this!"

"Snoke made this," her mother corrected harshly. "You are nothing. You will be nothing unless you finish this."

"I don't want to finish-"

"You're in too deep now, Lilith. I don't know what you expected." Her own eyes staring back at her only made her chest grow tighter. "You don't start something and not finish it. And unless you are the one who can write the history texts, then you will continue to be nothing more than the daughter of a drunk. History is written by the winners, darling. Not the losers."

"You don't control me anymore," Wayzac whispered, her strength gone from her voice. As much as she hated her mother, the words that had been said were not wrong. She was nothing, would be nothing forever. Was that so bad? "I'm not-"

"Lilith," a third voice interrupted.

Her breath finally stalled somewhere deep in her lungs as she stared back at a face younger than her fogged memories left her to believe. Dark hair that was cut like her brother's hair been, a thick but neatly trimmed beard covered the lower half of his face, eyes that were the same deep brown as Armitage.

"Daddy?" she choked out, hand trembling. The shard shook in her hand, unable to stay still. Her other hand went to her mouth. "I-I miss you so much! Please tell me-"

"It's your fault," he cut in, tone icy and not honey warm like it had been when she was little.

"What?" Wayzac's eyes searched her father's for any form of comfort only to find nothing but stone walls.

"You have to clean this up," he pushed. "It's your fault that your mother's dead."

"I-I know it is-"

"It's your fault that your brother is dead!"

Wayzac licked her lips, tears rolling down her cheeks as his words sliced through her. That wasn't true. She hadn't killed him. She had been nowhere near him when he had been shot. It wasn't her fault.

"You weren't there for him. He depended on you." Her dad's eyes never left hers, eyebrows turned down in anger. "You were supposed to protect them. Both of them! And now you're dragging my own name through the mud!"

A sob crackled through her throat, hand shaking only more the tighter it held the piece of mirror. She wanted nothing more than to scream. She wasn't weak. She wasn't the problem. She wasn't what they said!

Then why did it feel so true?

"Daddy," she tried again, her breathing shallow and rapid. "I didn't-"

"It's your job to fix this," he yet again interrupted without so much as a care.

"Dad-"

"You're no daughter of mine."

The air was knocked from her, leaving her with the wide eyes of a child and mouth gaping. Her father had been the only part of her life where she could remember warmth. The only part of her life where she had smiled. The only part of her life where she was sure she had been, for once, truly happy.

Wayzac wasn't sure if she could take much more. Her heart was shattered like the mirror, torn to pieces and left to gather dust.

Everything had crashed down around her before, but this was different. The whole floor had been swept out from under her feet and she was falling into nothing. Tumbling into a void for eternity. All that she had used as her strengths now nothing more than chains to hold her back.

An overt, airy laugh ripped her from her mind and movement made her watch as young, pale hands snatched up the ragged doll from the floor. Bare feet stepped away from her and over the ocean of mirror, unbothered by the new trail of bright blood that was mixing with the dry.

Wayzac slowly rose to her own feet, eyes carefully watchful of the figure that she would have sworn was a reflection if the looking glass hadn't been on the ground at her feet. Her own image stood before her, not the disheveled looking girl that had been crying for what very possibly could have been hours upon hours.

This Wayzac stood tall, dressed in her black uniform, hair straight and pulled back in a flawless bun.

Her fingers played with the oddly chopped hair of the doll, not meeting Wayzac's eyes. Her bright red lips were strained into a smile.

"Pathetic much?" It asked with another snickering laugh. "Not even daddy dearest cares now, so you won't mind if I..." With precision, It's fingers wound around the neck of the doll and pulled. The sound of stitching being torn filled the room and Wayzac's hand reached out towards the doll whose head was no longer attached to the body. Cold, clear eyes met hers and that smile grew. "Oops."

The doll's body tumbled to the floor to join the spreading puddle of blood. Wayzac's mind stopped. She couldn't think, couldn't move, couldn't act. What was she supposed to do now? Even that small faded memory was gone.

"Now, Lilly darling," It continued on with a sickly sweet tone that Wayzac shivered upon hearing. "It's time to get to work." Wayzac couldn't find her voice, eyes stuck intently on the beheaded toy. "I'm not going to sit around while you ruin yet another thing in our lives. This is our chance."

Wayzac's eyes finally left the ground and found purchase on her own scared face looking back at her. It's arms were now folded over its chest and it wore an expectant look.

"Enough feeling sorry for yourself. For once, listen to your family," It pushed. "You're absolutely nothing, Lily."

"Nothing," Wayzac repeated in a whisper. She couldn't raise her voice any higher. She couldn't bring herself to do much of anything, just stare brokenly at this perfect image of herself that she had once been. So put together, so beautiful, so perfect. So fucking perfect.

"And this is your chance to become something, isn't it?" It's smile turned to something genuine and kind. "To finally prove them wrong. All of them are wrong. Every last one of them!" Wayzac gave a small, barely there nod, a single foot moving her forward. The mirror was cold beneath her feet, but warmth was quick to push the cold away. "Because without this, you're just that sad little daughter of a drunk. The daughter of a mother who sold her off for alcohol and death sticks. The daughter of a nobody."

"I'm more than that," Wayzac muttered, another step being taken.

"No you're not." It laughed. "Don't try to kid yourself, Lilly. You were more of something with Kylo Ren than you ever were alone."

"That's wrong. You're wrong."

A smirk pulled across those red lips. "I'm not wrong. I'm you. You are small and pathetic and worthless. It's time to be someone. It's time to do something for once in your life! Stop being so pointless for once in your life!"

It was like something snapped in Wayzac at the words. Heat returned to her body and her blood rushed in her ear angrily, feet moving closer and closer. She wasn't pointless. She wasn't worthless. She wasn't-

"You're useless, Lilith. Unloved, forgotten, pushed aside. They never cared!" It said, voice stronger now, daggers in Wayzac's chest. "You will never amount to anything if you don't-"

Wayzac couldn't take it any longer. She couldn't keep hearing the degrading words said aloud that she already thought to herself on a daily basis. And she didn't have to hear them now that she stood toe to toe, face to face, eye to eye with herself.

Wayzac shoved the shard of mirror that was still clutched tightly in her hand. The glass pierced through the uniform and into It's torso, just below It's ribs. It's eyes went wide and It gasped, hands going to meet the fresh blood that was beginning to pour from the wound.

Wayzac twisted the mirror before releasing it and letting It's body tumble to the floor, gurgling through strained breath. Wayzac breathed deeply for the first time in a very long time, hands wiping at the tears on her cheeks.

She had to take care of this. She couldn't stay like this any longer. She had things to do, places to be, people to remove from her path. She was not weak. She was strong and she would be strong until her last breath. No more tears and no more pity parties. This was her moment and she was going to take it.

It didn't take long for her to drag the body, still breathing, but with the rattles of death, into the on suite bathroom. Next came the mirror. With one of her jackets, she used the thick fabric to sweep the glass into a pile and then into the bathroom with the body. She wet her jacket in the sink and cleaned the floors with them until the blood was cleaned off of the shining black floor.

Wayzac tossed the jacket into the shower and got under the sink for a med kit. She bandaged her hand and then cleaned her feet of glass and bandaged them with memorized motor skills.

With that checked off of the list, she returned to her room to dress. Boot, pants, long sleeved shirt buttoned up to the chin all in her signature black. Her eyes were no longer bloodshot or wet with tears. Everything was perfectly in place, hair long and curly, cascading down her back like a waterfall of flames.

With a deep breath she turned back to the closed bathroom door and froze. Seeping from beneath the door was blood. A puddle reaching out to become a lake if she let it go too much further.

Wayzac was about to go find something to shove under the door to stop the bleeding until she could take care of it, but a knock on her bedroom door and the sound of the airlock made her stop, fear clutching her bones.

A commander stepped into the room, one of the many faces that Wayzac had seen on the ship before but had never bothered to put a name to. He was a bit taller than her, but stood small under her gaze.

"Ma'am, we've reached the outskirts of the moon," he announced, brushing blonde locks from his face.

Wayzac cleared her throat and nodded, mouth dry. "Perfect. Get me a small selection of troops. We will be going in on smaller ships. Not everyone will be needed."

Could he not see? Wayzac swore she could almost hear the blood trickling outward across the floor. The man didn't seem bothered by it at all. Wayzac glanced over her shoulder and found the dark red about to lick her boots. Her heart was screaming at her. He had to see. He had to notice. Why was he not mentioning it? Was it because he knew better? Did he know not to say a word to her because he would suffer the same fate?

No. That couldn't be right. His eyes had never left her. He hadn't looked towards the bathroom. But why?

"Is something wrong, Ma'am?" he asked, calling her focus back to his face. He was glancing behind her, following her gaze, but didn't make any signs that he saw the blood.

"No," she finally answered. "Please ready the troops. I will be in the hanger bay in a moment."

"Very good, Ma'am," he said, nodding before leaving the room, the door closing behind him.

Wayzac exhaled deeply, a breath she had been unaware of holding in. She sharply turned back to the bathroom and stopped. The puddle was gone, all of the blood missing. Where had it gone?

With hesitant steps, she moved towards the door and slowly opened it, glancing in. Her eyes widened, heart sinking. There was no body. No It, just a pile of broken mirror with her eyes staring back at her.

A/N: Oh my god, you guys are the absolute best. Thank you so much for all of your well wishes. Wish I could thank all of the guests who sent me kind messages a personal thank you, but I hope this works in its place. They mean the world to me. As a thank you, and because I shockingly found internet, I thought I would give you guys a bonus chapter. My beta was the bomb and got me a few chapters ready to post for you guys while I'm down and out. She's amazing and I don't know where I would be without her.

I will still be giving you guys a chapter on Monday as well and then I'll have to see how I feel when the weekend rolls around, but I will probs be drugged out of my mind. They're letting me have a controlled pump so I can drug myself. So that will be fun!

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Thanks again to my sister and my wonderful beta, PitaGonzalezMe on twitter.