Ani' P.O.V.

"Kylo... May I ask you something?"

I blurt out in the silence, Kylo turns his head and watches me for a second in alarm from my soft tone. I never ask him if I can ask a question, I just ask him but this question in mind differs from the rest I've asked him; he senses it, making his muscles tighten. He's been sitting at his desk looking over a map for an hour now. I've been on the love seat throwing Snips her toys across the room for her to catch. His helmet rests on the corner of his desk, he's still in his uniform from leaving the room today. I'm wearing a long grey dress with pearl strings on each shoulder, as straps to hold it up. The dress has no back with more pearls hanging down in a u shape that ends just above my butt. Earlier, Snips was trying to grab the back pearls. It almost made me fall back. My blonde hair is in one long braid down my back, I have a string of pearls entwined with my hair.

I've been sitting on the loveseat, a little uncomfortable from the pearls, thinking about how to ask him about this particle question. Since the night he came back furious, I've been seeing his mind dwell on Luke, our old Master. Whenever he does, he has the same aura as that one night. He's not once mentioned his name this entire time, but I can feel his mind on him in an unsettling way. He's trying to block my mind from seeing it, but I've mastered the forces mentally from being locked away for years and I'm very good at sneaking my way into people's mind without them knowing. I'm unable though to see what his mind pictures when thinking about Luke though, only his feelings toward him. It's led me to understand why he was so distraught coming back that one night.

"What is it, Angel?" Kylo snaps, a little impatient for my question. Snips drops her toy when hearing his tone and stares at him like one of her toys. I look to my hands in my lap knowing he won't better his mood now that I said what I said, and he speaks up again more of a command, "Spit it out, Ani."

"What... What happened between you and Luke?"

I whisper out and it's only then that I realize it's the first time I spoke his name out loud in years. His name makes flashes of old loved memories pass through my mind before looking up to Kylo. He lets out a long sigh, as if he knew I would ask one of these days. He looks back to his desk, staring hard as if he's now trying to find the best words to answer without loosing his temper. I notice Snips now pacing in alarm from the atmosphere changing around her. I feel crummy for bringing it up, we've been doing so well since I got Snips but I find his mind lingering on Luke and I can't help myself but know the truth. I never asked him what had happened between them or what's become of Luke. I need to know though; I feel his presence around me when Kylo thinks of him in an unpleasant light. Standing up suddenly, Kylo walks over to where I'm reclined on the loveseat. He lifts where my feet are at and sits in their place before resting my feet onto his lap. Snips growls, but when Kylo glares her way, she grabs her toy and runs under the bed.

"Luke tried to kill me."

Staring me straight in the eyes, with no doubt Kylo answers, simple as he can. My breath catches in terror and I stand up from the loveseat. Walking away from him, I try to imagine Luke doing such a thing to his nephew. My head shakes without realizing, I clench my face at thought of our Master willing to do something like that to him. My eyes are to the ground imagining what that last month was like on Yavin 4. The memory of me confronting Luke about my worries for Ben appears. Lifting my head, I let out a quivering breath. I had told Luke about the conflict I felt in Ben but I never assumed he try to kill him for it; he couldn't, he wouldn't. I spin around and see Kylo still sitting on the loveseat, waiting for me to speak, but I'm at a loss for words. My mind kept keeps replaying his accusations and my voice in my mind keeps replying, I don't believe you, but I can't get the courage to say it out loud. Not when I remember all disturbing the things I told Luke I felt in Ben. Kylo senses my words in my mind and stands up, but doesn't move closer to me as he replies to my mind out loud.

"It was the night I took us away from the Temple. He tried to strike me down because of my strength, because of my power with the force, because I have Skywalker blood in my veins. He saw the conflict in my mind about it all and chose to strike me down, Anakia... But I stopped him. I got you out in time and never looked back from that night."

"Oh, Ben..."

I murmur out, tears strolling down my face from his confession. My head continues to shake as if I'm convincing myself this isn't true. I suddenly feel the weight of all my choices on my shoulders. The sense of all that has had happened is because of me, because of what I shared with Luke. When I had confronted Luke about my worries with Ben, I told our Master about Ben's conflict to become more powerful, to have a better Master to train him and the responsibilities Ben felt he has because he's a Skywalker. Luke had told me he'd deal with it in time, but I never thought he would try to kill Ben for it. I don't want to believe Kylo's telling the truth because if it's the truth then I caused Ben to become Kylo Ren. This would mean I set up the falling of the Jedi Temple, for the younglings dying, for Ben believing he needed to turn to the dark side. My hand pushes my strains of hair around my face from my sticking to my stained cheeks. I imagine all the things that could be prevented if I had just told Luke differently or told him nothing at all.

"Anakia..." Kylo then strides up to me in confusion as my body shakes. He grabs my arms and shakes me a little to face him as he claims unsettled. "I'm telling you the truth. Why would I lie to you now?"

"Please, tell me you 're lying. Please." I sob out and grab his clothed chest, shoving him as if the truth will come out. Shaking his head, a hand on my arm moves to my neck to hold as he repeats, "I'm telling you the truth, he would've killed me if I-"

"No, no, no, this all my fault." I burst into a sob and my head falls onto his chest, crying out, "I'm so sorry, Ben. I never should have done it. It's all my fault, I'm so sorry-"

"What are you talking about, Anakia?" Kylo asks, utterly bewildered, and grabs my cheeks, forcing me to look up in his gaze. Weeping out feeling as if all the deaths in the Jedi Temple are on me, I shout at him in suffering for all the damage I caused, "I told Luke I felt a conflict in your mind! I told him to talk to you! To help you! I'm the reason this all happened! He tried to kill you because of me-"

"No, Angel. This is not your fault at all." He insists in disbelief at how I feel about what had happened that night, wrapping his arms around me in a tight embrace. Hitting his chest with my fist, I try to pull away from him, sobbing out all my pain. "If I never told him, you'd be my Ben still! The younglings wouldn't have died- We'd be home right now!"

"Anakia! This is not your fault!" He shouts, pulling my head away from his chest to look him in the eyes again. His expression is livid as he yells, "It was Luke! He failed us! This is not you fault, do you hear me! This is not your pain to burden!"

"Yes, it is." I break down in violently crying, asking to myself in anger, "What have I done..."

In an instant I feel him pick me up. He moves us to his bed and sits down with me in his lap. My head is on his chest, soaking his clothes with tears. I feel his hand rub over my naked back. He's mumbling words to calm down, and that this wasn't my fault, but my mind doesn't believe him. My mind just replays the memories of talking to Luke and the night Ben took me off Yavin 4. I'm shaking in his arms when I feel something crawl between me and Kylo. Looking down sobbing, I see Snip staring up at me between us with her ears droops down. She looks in misery from watching me; I pull her close, trying to stop my crying, but all I'm able to do is silence my sounds. My eyes still keep letting tears as I rest my head on Kylo's chest. His head rests on top of my head with his hand roaming my back for comfort. Nothing they do though will take away the guilt; I lost everything is because of me, it's what led me here, to this moment of time. It's led me to living in the center of the First Order under Kylo's protection, without a Master, without a family. All I have left now are Snips and Kylo Ren.

~Days Later~

"You look... Lovely, as always. Ms. Kenobi."

"Why thank you, FN-2187."

I murmur, sitting on the desk chair as the woman fixes my hair. Glancing at the stormtrooper, I smile with a sadden expression. I'm in a pink dress today, it's fluffy and comes down to my knees. The long sleeves are puffy as well and are off my shoulders; the chest is heart-shaped with pink sparkly ribbon all over it. The woman is pinning my hair up in two buns, covering my ears. This is the only dress and hairstyle that reminds me of Leia. I suspect it's Kylo's doing to brighten my mood. I've been quiet since day I found out what Luke had done, I've done nothing but live in the past because of it. All I do now is think of old memories with guilt tugging on the back of my mind. My favorite stormtrooper seems to have noticed my poor spirit and is trying to cheer me up with a compliment.

He comes every day with the woman to get me dressed, it's only him and the woman now since I'm not much as a threat anymore. I'm glad it's FN-2187 that is the one that comes every day to guard the woman dressing me. He says peculiar things every time. Snip seems to like him since she hasn't once snapped at him. Snips has at the woman but I think it's because she believe the woman's hurting my hair. Today he doesn't have his blaster out; his hands are behind his back as he watches the woman fix my hair. We've gotten to a level with trust that allows him not to have it out and I welcome it; it makes me feel like he's not here to guard me. Sitting patiently on the chair, I glance at the stormtrooper and think out loud is a soft tone.

"Your very odd for a stormtrooper."

"I- I'm sorry? Ms. Kenobi."

He replies, making my lips curl a little; Snips is sitting on my lap comforting me. She's been doing it lately, knowing my mood isn't as it first was with her. I notice his head turn slightly to the cupboard before looking back at us. I raise an eyebrow curiously, it's the fifth time he's done it today. He does it a few times every day, but today has been the most frequent. Sighing and watching Snips, I respond to him with tenderness, "I like it. It's good to be odd... I'm odd."

"No, you're glum." My eyes go wide at him, actually calling out how my mood has been for days. I relax my expression knowing it's better to have him like this than another stormtrooper be insulting to me like they all do. Looking at him with a smile that has no joy, I state boredly, "If you knew what my life has become because of me, you would be too."

"I've sensed it, Ms. Kenobi." He says back a little more bold, but he's gotten bolder with his words ever since it's just been him and the woman coming daily. My mind wanders to who he really is, before becoming a stormtrooper. When he's here, I'm able to think about other things than my past because of how his manners are. The stormtrooper watches me watch him and adds in a mumbling, "I- I can feel your presence, you carry a lot on your mind and I can almost feel it every time I'm here."

"Feel it how?" I frown a little surprise; if I didn't know any better, I'd say he's tapping into the force without knowing it. I've always felt an aura around him different from the rest of the stormtroopers; I never could place what it was until now. Snips jumps off my lap but I keep my eyes on him, asking with interest, "Are you a clone?"

"No, they took me at a young age." He answer and I immediately feel his mind similar to mine as if they're becoming linked. I tense up from recognising the hold the force has on him without him having the slightest clue. He continues to answer my first question as I hear Snips scratching at something. "... And it's your atmosphere, Ms. Kenobi. That allows me to sense you emotions."

"All done."

I hear the woman behind me state with her hands, leaving my large buns. When I still hear Snips scratching at something, I turn my head to find her at the cupboard; she looks to be trying to open it. Where she's scratching is the same spot. My old light saber was hiding last time. I glance back to the stormtrooper and he's watching her too with interest. The back of my hair spikes up as everything suddenly clicks; his glances, the surrounding force, his odd mannerisms. My eyes go wide, realizing what the force is appealing for, who the light saber is calling to. A spark of hope awakens in me and for the first time in a long time I feel the light side of the force consume me with thoughts. The woman strolls to the front door and the stormtrooper turns to follow her; I jump out of my seat and blurt out unsettling, "Wait! Wait, can I have another word with you, FN-2187?"

"Okay, maybe just a moment." He nods and lets the other woman leave the room without him. It's only when she leaves he sets his hand down on his blaster and turns to face me again. I sense the only reason he's touching his blaster is because I've never requested to talk to him longer. Walking up to him nervously I ask in a humble tone, hoping he'll do it for me, "Could you take off your helmet for a moment. I won't do anything, I just want to see who you are for once."

He stares at me for a moment and I feel no one's asked him to do that before. Taking off his helmet, I see his dark brown skin and brown eyes. His black hair is short around his head, he staring back at me as nervous as I just was from my request. Peering at him now, I sense he's nothing like any stormtrooper, as if he's just a boy, dropped into this mess just as I was. He glances away from my eyes to the ground anxiously before glancing at the cupboard. I take in a deep breath from his reactions and whisper as if it's an arson to ask, "You hear it, don't you? Calling to you?"

"What it is?" He whispers right back to me, knowing we shouldn't be talking about it same as I do. I feel as if I'm talking to a young boy, not a trooper, and he's not talking to a prisoner, but a young girl. The force around us makes us feel safe in each other's presence; letting me believe I doing right by the force, by my past mistakes. We watch each other for a moment and I know this boy is no stormtrooper, he would've reported me to Kylo Ren by now or taken his blaster out, but he stays in front of me intrigued. Lifting a finger I mumble quickly as I walk backwards, "Hold on. I'll show you."

Turning around, I frantically go to the cupboard and move Snips out of my way to open it. Inside is my father's armor; looking down, I see the hidden compartment and kneel. Popping it open like I had last time, I find the purple light saber there again. Picking it up in my hand, I feel the desire to use it, to use my armor again and escape. Memories of what happened the first time enters my mind and Anakin's request echos in my thoughts. Letting out a breath of restraint, I put the compartment back together and close the door. Turning around, I head back to FN-2187. His eyes stare at the light saber as I come back to stand in front of him. He's watching me in awe, and I speak up in a warm tone. "It's my old light saber. Jedi use it in battle... I'm not a Jedi but one trained me years ago."

"W-Why are you showing me this?"

"It's calling to you. You know this." I speak up with an expression of hope for our future. "It's been calling you since your first time coming here. I didn't understand... But do now." He peers down at me, shaking his head, not believing it, and it makes me nod my head. "What you've been feeling is the surrounding force, it's the reason you're drawn to this saber." He gives me a look like I'm insane and I roll my eyes explaining, "The force flows through everything, it's a part of everyone but only a few can sense it, feel it, control it... And you're one of them, that why you can sense what's in my mind, where this saber has been this whole time." Taking his hand I lift it and put the saber in his hand, making him curl his fingers around it I speak up with certainty, "I believe it's calling you for a purpose, for a reason. Your ancestors might have been strong with the force or yield this saber but whatever the reason may be... This light saber calls to you now." Letting go of his hand, I peer up at him and catch his gaze. "I have no need for it anymore. My place is here. It's yours now, I'm giving it to you... Do well by this weapon and it won't let you down."

"I don't know how to use it, Ms. Kenobi..." He stutters, staring at the saber in his hand as if it will burn him. I smile, knowing this is the way, this is the path the saber calls to. I nod to him, encouraging with my next words, "You will learn. Trust in the force, as I have. I feel it in your blood, in your mind you know this to be true." Resting a hand on his shoulder I continue, "Hide it, don't let anyone see you have it. You'll know when it's time to use it. I wish you the best of luck."

"I- I don't know what to say."

"There's nothing left to say but trust in the force."

"Thank you, Kenobi-"

"Anakia." I grin at him with a sadness that I'm departing from my childhood saber. "Call me Anakia."

"Thank you." He offers me a small smile as he hides it under his armor, "Anakia, Anakia Kenobi."

He puts on his helmet then and nods to me before leaving the room. I cover my mouth with my hand as the thought I giving away the light saber Han gave Ben and I. Wanting to cry; I turn around and walk toward the window to contain myself. The saber had no more use here; it would only collect dust in the cupboard and Kylo will never know it's gone since I'm still here. I sense a new chapter in my life now without having it anymore. I won't have it if I ever want to escape again. It's as if this is me guaranteeing my life here with Kylo Ren. I might have started who Ben became, but I just created a new hope for Jedi. Hopefully, this is rewriting my wrongs. Looking out the window I see Kylo yelling at the ginger in the middle of the hangar and I take in a breath.

What have I done?