The mission was complete, but the Rebellion's fleet had been harder to destroy than thought , and most of the ships were damaged or out of fuel. Rey's ship was one of these. Kylo Ren, though, had escaped completely intact. So unharmed, in fact, that he almost felt guilty.
He landed on the planet where his squad had taken refuge, to check up on things before leaving. There was mostly rubble and dead bodies scattered around, but about a dozen pilots were left, all gathered around their fallen ships.
Kylo walked up to Rey first.
"Hey."
She nodded a reply.
"Still alive, I take it?" Ben commented. He wasn't sure if he was happy about it.
"I guess so," Rey answered with a shrug. Her eyes were glued to the burning ships and corpses, her expression colored blue.
"The mission was a success, you should be happy," he told her. Internally, he slapped himself. What was that, a pathetic attempt to make her feel better?
"This," Rey pointed to a dead body close by, "is a 'success?'"
"If more enemy soldiers are dead than ours, then yes, it is."
Rey didn't look like she believed him, but didn't say anything else. Kylo Ren sat down a bit away from her and let himself sink into the familiar silence between them.
Rey was the first to break the quiet.
"Is your offer to let me ride in your ship still valid?"
Kylo Ren looked at her. He felt the faintest smile curl at his lips.
"Yeah." He nodded. "It is."
Rey stood up. "Good," she said. "Then take me home."