The next mission went considerably better. They returned not only with a victory, but with prisoners as well. And prisoners meant information.
There was a woman and a man—their last companion had already been killed, by Rey's hands. And the prisoners were badly bruised, though they'd live. Only Rey wasn't sure how long.
After they had taken the captives away, Rey made the mistake of asking Kylo Ren what he was going to do to them. She knew it was a mistake, but goddammit, Rey couldn't help herself.
"Get information," he said. His voice was cold as ice.
Rey swallowed, realizing the hidden meaning of his words.
"You're going to torture them," she whispered.
He didn't have to say yes. Rey already knew, and she hated him for it. But there was nothing she could do; not yet, anyways.
She clenched her fists as Kylo Ren walked off, heading for the dungeons. Rey knew that she shouldn't care about prisoners from the Rebellion anymore, but fuck— she didn't see them as the enemy. They were just humans, just like the rest of them.
That's when she heard his voice in her head.
Don't try to stop me, Rey.
Fuck you, she answered.
Curse all you want. It won't stop me from getting the information I need. I'll use any means necessary.
"I won't let you do this, Ben." Rey said, out loud this time. She knew he heard her.
By god, she would make him hear her.