By the time Kylo Ren got to the dungeons, it was too late. The prisoners were already dead, and amongst the dead bodies stood Rey, alone.
He looked into her eyes, but found nothing. Her gaze was made of stone.
"You killed her," Ben remarked, tilting his head towards the dead woman on the ground.
"She asked me to," Rey breathed, saying nothing else.
"Why did you do this?" Kylo Ren asked her. His voice was soft, low, and dangerous.
"I couldn't let you torture— rape— them anymore, Ben," Rey spat.
Ben took another step. "I didn't touch them. Someone else did."
Rey let out a strangled cry of rage. "Then why didn't you stop them?! Tell me, Ben!"
"You know I couldn't-" Ben started, but made it no further before getting interrupted.
"— I don't fucking care!" Rey screamed, throwing herself at him. "They didn't do anything wrong and yet they were tortured and raped half to death!"
"They're the fucking enemy!" Kylo roared, grabbing her roughly with his hands. Rey started to attack him with her fists, nails, teeth— anything that could hurt.
Kylo Ren wanted to hurt her as well, but he didn't, because deep down he knew that he deserved it.
By the time Rey was finished, they were both covered in blood; Ben's blood. And yet Rey was the one more broken.
"They're dead now..." Rey sobbed into the darkness, her tears mixing with the blood on her face "... And I was the one who kill them."
Ben closed his eyes, ignored the pain. He waited there for her until Rey spoke again.
"I want to die," Rey choked.
"I wish I could kill you," he replied.
Rey said nothing at that. So Ben asked her why she wanted to die.
Rey whispered softly to him, words that haunted Ben for the remainder of his life.
"Dead people don't sin."