Almost a month had passed since Rey had joined the Sith. Since then everything in her life had turned upside down, changed, become distorted. Rey found that she liked herself much more that way.
"Your friends are looking for you, you know," Kylo Ren told her one day, after a meeting. Rey cast a sideways glance at him.
"I know."
"Do you miss them?"
Rey hesitated for a moment before answering.
"No," she said curtly. "I don't."
Her hands were shaking. Ben noticed. He knew she was lying. She knew he did. But Rey didn't care. She stood from the table and turned to leave the room.
She threw a glare in his direction.
"I hate this," she spat. "And I hate you."
"I know," Kylo mumbled, but Rey was too far away to hear. That, or she chose not to.
He listened as her footsteps died away to silence.