Rey looked at the items on the table in front of her. One was a code cylinder, she was sure of it, and the other was something with which she was entirely unfamiliar. Kylo had placed them down on the table without comment and sat back to watch her reaction. Gingerly, she picked up the code cylinder. She had never actually seen one before. The metal cylinder was cold against her hand and she rubbed her thumb over the pocket clip. Her voice was hesitant. "A code cylinder?"

Kylo's dark eyes sought hers and he nodded briefly. "We call them access cylinders now, but it's yours—"

Rey looked from his eyes back to the object in her hand. It was a huge risk to gamble something like this. Not only did it contain information regarding the person it belonged to, it granted secure access based on rank. "If I win or if I lose?"

"That entirely depends on what you consider winning or losing, doesn't it?"

Rey ignored his statement and almost reluctantly set the cylinder down to stare at the other object that was sitting on the table. It was a palm-sized dodecahedron that appeared to be comprised of a crystalline material and brassy hardware. She reached for it hesitantly.

Kylo's hand darted out and he grabbed Rey's wrist before she could touch it.

Rey tried to pull away from his grasp, a protest half formed on her lips.

With his other hand, Kylo picked up the object. He placed it gently in Rey's palm and closed her fingers around it.

It glowed. Rey could feel it. A gasp escaped her. It was mesmerizing. She couldn't look away from it. Her voice a mere whisper, she was acutely aware of how awed she sounded and she didn't even care. "What is it?"

Kylo started rubbing his thumb over Rey's inner wrist, his eyes only for her. His voice was a murmur. "It's a Jedi holocron—they're very rare these days—"

Rey was all too cognizant of the feeling that Kylo's touch was evoking in her. No one had ever touched her like this before and Rey had the distinct impression that he knew it. However, she almost felt frozen at his touch because, Force help her, she actually liked it. The combination of his touch and the feel of the holocron itself was a heady experience. Her voice was breathless. "A holocron—I thought they were myths too—"

Kylo was, apparently, not unaffected by this if his stare was any indication. His adam's apple bobbed, as he seemed to swallow almost nervously himself.

Someone cleared their throat loudly. It was Bast. "You know—I'm suddenly feeling like some appetizers—especially those little pastry things with that spicy meat and cheese in them—and we all need more drinks I think—I know I do—"

Rey pulled back from Kylo with a blush on her face, disengaging her hand from his as she did so. She sat the holocron down and looked around in embarrassment.

The other two men had been watching, but had schooled their faces into polite disinterest. However, Bast, the bastard, was looking back and forth between Kylo and Rey and smirking slyly.

For his part, Kylo only glared at Bast's interruption.

Bast was still smirking unabashedly as he summoned a serving droid. "Excellent! Appetizers and drinks it is—"

While Bast was otherwise occupied and the other two men started a quiet conversation, Kylo took the opportunity to ask Rey the question of the hour. "Rey—if you had to choose right now—"

Rey hastened to interrupt him with a desperate look on her face. "Don't—"

What Rey wanted and what she had been told she should want were two very different things. Unfortunately, she was currently in the position of having to go with the latter, purely for reasons of keeping violence and bloodshed off the table for the evening and for nothing else. Her reasons were so flimsy, but it was the right thing to do, wasn't it? She wasn't even sure.

Kylo looked at her like he had the answer to his question anyway and that he expected this outcome. He nodded towards the two objects and then looked at her seriously. His voice was measured and methodical. "You win—you walk out of here like you were before—no strings attached—go back to the Resistance—follow after a dead man walking—be a good little Jedi Padawan—You lose—well—if you lose—you have permission—"

Rey went still, her shoulders tense. Her palms felt suddenly sweaty. Her voice sounded nervous as if she had been caught at doing something. "Permission? Permission for what?"

Kylo Ren's eyes seemed to see into her very soul. "To do what you really want to do in the first place—without other people's expectations getting in the way—"

Rey suddenly couldn't breathe. Was she that transparent? She couldn't hold his gaze any longer and looked away. How could he know? It was like he saw what tempted her most. Her voice was skeptical. "You'd really just let me walk out of here with these if I lose? Back to the Resistance?"

"Of course—"

The Force rang with the truth of the simple statement.

Rey was desperate. She looked at him accusingly. "The holocron—it's a Jedi holocron you said—"

Kylo looked at her patiently. "One that has lightsaber forms—useful things—we don't overlook any knowledge, Rey—take what you can, what you want—"

He was giving her something she could destroy him with if she lost. It made no sense and every bit of sense. "But the cylinder—aren't you worried I'll turn it over to the Resistance?"

A slight smirk on his lips preceded his next statement. "At the end of the day I guess I'll just have to trust that you won't—"

Rey gave him a harsh look. He was a liar- either that or a fool if he decided to trust her. "I won't do anything that will get anyone killed—"

Kylo leaned forward slightly. "I'm not asking you to—it's your prerogative—but perhaps you'd help us keep some of our people alive—"

Rey was so emotionally strung out that she was not as careful or as shrewd as she ordinarily would have been. Instead of coming up with her own terms, she decided that she would agree to Kylo's terms, win the game, and then get the heck off of Canto Bight so she could put this whole business behind her. Rey gave him a blank look and held out her hand. "Fine. Agreed."

He simply stared at her before reaching out and slowly taking her hand in his own. He didn't shake it.

Rey was quickly becoming annoyed. She felt you could tell a lot about a person by the way they shook hands. They were meant to be firm and decisive, not limp like a fish of some sort. Her lips formed into a sneer and she started to pull back.

Kylo tightened his grip slightly and pulled her hand forward before bringing it up to his lips and gently kissing it, his dark eyes boring into her all the while. "Good—"

She felt his breath ghost over her hand and his lips felt soft on her skin. Rey's own breathing was tremulous. She felt stuck in slow motion, like how she imagined it would be moving through water, and only managed to pull her hand back out of his grasp as she saw her new daiquiri placed down next to her.

Rey looked at Kylo challengingly, even as she toyed with the stem of her new glass. "So, are we playing or not?"

Kylo nodded towards the already activated suspension field. "Of course. But, Rey? You have to play to win—I'll know if you don't—"

Rey's lips thinned and she canted her head in a haughty manner. It wasn't like she was going to intentionally lose. That wasn't like her. In fact, she had every intention of winning. "I always play to win—"

Everyone at the table had already contributed to the sabacc pot, though it was possible to still add to the pot at each round. Spinning into action, the dealer droid quickly dealt cards to everyone at the table. Rey knew its photoreceptors and processors were keeping track of every card it dealt. With that and the Force, it would be impossible for anyone at this table to cheat.

Rey looked down at the cards in her hands, which were small electronic devices with a display panel covering one side. She looked on as the droid running the game shifted the cards before her eyes. A Two of Coins, a Four of Flasks, and an Ace of Staves were in her hands.

The droid indicated that one of the men on the other side of the table should go first in the drawing phase. He had to roll the dice, which indicated whether or not he could draw or had to hold. With a look of barely concealed frustration, he discarded one of his cards and picked another. He did not look pleased.

His companion, for Rey thought of them as a set, gave a little laugh. The dark skinned man looked at his friend when his turn came. He took the dice and threw them down. He smirked wider. "I'll hold—"

Bast fluttered his lashes at the other man, even as he picked up the dice. He blew on them and then threw them with a flourish. "Now, Zax—you know I can't resist when you go all evil on us—" He rubbed his hands together in anticipation before discarding a card and picking up a new one. "Excellent—"

Then it was Rey's turn. She had twenty-one. She needed twenty-three. She picked up the dice and immediately threw them. The dice indicated that she wasn't allowed to draw anyway, not that she would have. She was as close as she dared at the moment. She kept a blank look on her face the entire time.

Finally, Kylo had his turn. Calling the dice to his hand with the Force, he threw them down and then discarded one of his cards only to pick up another. His face gave away nothing.

The droid called on them all to show their hands. The first man's hand was actually not that bad. The second man, Zax, however, had an abysmal hand.

Bast laughed. "Deceptive, Zax—I like it—"

The first man smirked at his friend and took a sip of his drink. "Well, Zax, looks like you're going broke tonight—"

Zax shook his head and gave a mock glare to the other two. "Shut up, Grant, you know I could kick your ass if this was Empress Teta Preferred—"

Bast's hand showed that he had twenty-two and he looked very pleased about it. "Look and weep schuttas—"

Rey sighed and looked at Bast dryly before showing her hand.

Bast made a kissy face in Rey's direction. "It's okay, darling—I'll keep buying you those drinks you like—"

When Kylo's hand also came up twenty-one, Bast laughed and gave him a wink. "I'll even buy you drinks if you want me to—"

Kylo merely huffed, not upset in the least. "Kriff off—"

Then they were betting again. However, Bast was all about appetizers.

Rey had just set her drink down after taking another sip when it happened.

"Re-eey open your mouth for me—"

She turned towards Bast in confusion. "Wha—"

He stuffed an appetizer in her mouth.

Rey could hardly be mad at him because she started chewing and the taste was absolutely phenomenal. She spoke with her mouth open and the half masticated food had to have looked disgusting, but it was just so good. She briefly closed her eyes in ecstasy. "Oh, Maker—what is this? It's fantastic—"

Bast just laughed. "I know—right?"

However, it was the feeling of being intensely stared at from Kylo's side that had Rey blushing. The way he was looking at her! He was too intense and it was doing things to her. Rey took another sip of her drink.

They kept playing. By the next round, Zax was officially out. Then it was Grant's turn to feel the crush of defeat.

By round four it was only Bast, Rey, and Kylo in the game.

Rey had officially lost track of how many Dark Side Daiquiris she had had by this point. However, she was not the only one consuming massive amounts of alcohol. The rest were keeping up with her, and getting quite chatty, though Kylo was still doing his stoic act.

Bast's sabacc face was pretty good. He kept up his chatty demeanor no matter what his hand was like. ""Saw do-gooder Dameron out there earlier—forgot to mention it before—"

Rey half-heartedly defended the pilot. "I like Poe. He's nice enough." «So long as he keeps his mouth shut about Populism—»

Apparently, at this stage of the game, Rey was in no position to keep her thoughts to herself. It was more than obvious by the looks on their faces that Kylo and even Bast had heard the part she had intended to keep to herself.

Kylo snorted. "Dameron was always a tool—"

Bast gave a sly smirk and looked at Rey. "My dear, men like that just need to look pretty. There are ways to keep their mouths shut—maybe I'll give you a few pointers later—"

The feeling in the room suddenly became hostile as Kylo gave Bast a death glare. "Not if you value your life, you won't—"

Bast quickly back-peddled, having realized he'd gone too far. "Wasn't serious—you know that—"

It was time to show their hands and Bast lost the game with a twenty-one. He wisely kept his mouth shut. Kylo won with twenty-two and Rey had negative twenty-two. Kylo had one up on her at this point overall. The next game would decide everything.

Rey wasn't having it. The Dark Side Daiquiris had made her less inhibited. Her only goal at the moment was to get back at Kylo for trying to dictate to someone what they could do when it came to her. She reached out to pat Bast's arm consolingly. "It's okay, Bast. You can show me whatever you'd like—" She looked scathingly at Kylo. "You're right anyway. Dameron could be a nice little distraction—"

Kylo leaned forward towards Rey with a clenched jaw. "The hell he will—I'll kill him if he touches you—"

Rey leaned forward herself. She poked him in the chest with a finger. Her words were slurred. "Don—think you—can tell me whadda do—Ky-lo Ren—"

He growled at her. "I'm not telling you to do anything—I'm just telling you what will happen if other people do anything—"

Rey waved a hand at him. She felt more than a little floaty at the moment. "Se-man-tics—"

Just as it looked as if Kylo would keep the argument going, Bast intervened. He discretely pulled Rey away from Kylo and back properly in her chair. "You all going to play the last round?"

Rey gave Bast a happy smile. "Yes! We're going to play! One. More. Round!" Rey looked around. She couldn't find her drink anywhere. "Bast! Hey—Bast! Where's my drink?"

Bast shook his head. "Rey, dear, I'm afraid I've cut you off. You and Kylo both—"

Rey actually pouted. "You can't do that!" She turned to Kylo. "Kylo? Can he do that?"

Kylo had a death grip on the last of his whiskey. "No—I'll buy you another drink if you want one—Rey—"

Bast had his arms crossed. He looked at them in disappointment. "There is something seriously wrong in this galaxy when I have to be the responsible adult—"

Soon enough, she and Kylo were playing again.

Rey looked down at her cards. She had a Commander of Sabres, a Five of Flasks, and a One of Coins, giving her only eighteen. She rolled the dice, and it was lucky for her that she could draw a new card. She discarded the one and picked another. Before her eyes she watched the display of her new card show that she now had a Six of Staves. It was a perfect twenty-three. Rey gave a smirk even as she showed her hand. "Pure sabacc. Well, gentlemen, it's been fun—"

Kylo's voice was quiet, and he made sure he had Rey's complete attention as he spoke. "Not so fast—"

Kylo placed his cards on the table and he couldn't have looked more like his father in that moment had he actively tried. He then placed his hands behind his head and lifted his feet up on the sabacc table as he leaned back in his chair, the very picture of smug superiority.

Bast and the other two men made a fuss. Bast whistled. "An Idiot's Array! I can't believe it!"

Rey couldn't believe her eyes either. Kylo's cards did indeed show The Idiot, worth zero, a Two of Sabres, and a Three of Sabres. His hand trumped hers. She narrowed her eyes at him. Rey stood up unsteadily and moved closer to Kylo. "Better not'uv used a skifter—or the Force—"

Kylo raised a cocky eyebrow at her. "I don't need to cheat and stack the deck to win—sweetheart—I'm just that good—"

Rey looked from Kylo's smug face back to the cards on the table. She went to pick them up to gauge for herself if the cards had been tampered with. "We'll see abou-tha—"

However, as Rey wasn't used to wearing heels and was actually experiencing the novelty of being drunk, she overbalanced and started to fall backwards. She would have fallen had Kylo Ren not caught her.

Kylo's hands were on her hips and Rey found herself suddenly sitting in his lap. He had quickly dropped his feet to the floor. He huffed out an amused laugh. "You really are drunk—"

Rey couldn't help but settle herself more comfortably against Kylo. He was quite warm. It never even occurred to her to get up. She lifted her nose at him. "No—I'm not—"

Kylo adjusted his grip to accommodate her better. He slid one hand up her bare back in a caress. His lips were right next to her ear. "You really are—but it's okay—I don't mind—"

Rey's breath hitched. Her skin erupted in goose flesh at Kylo's touch. It felt electric. It felt good- great even. She, literally, could sit there all day and let him do whatever it was he was doing. She practically melted at the feeling of his hand moving its way up to the nape of her neck and then down her back again. She felt his lips as he started to kiss her jaw. She sighed.

Loud throat clearing could be heard again. It was Bast...again. "Get a room—"

Rey blearily opened her eyes, which she hadn't realized she'd even closed. She was reclining in a bed. From her vantage point, she could tell that said bed was in a very nice looking room with a vaulted ceiling. The bed felt like heaven. She lifted her head only to immediately flop back down. It felt like a herd of faithers had run over her. "Ow—"

She turned her head slightly to the right and noticed that there was a balcony and that she was in the midst of a large beam of sunlight coming in through the gauzy curtains. She closed her eyes again. That beam of sunlight was a crime against the galaxy at the moment. Unfortunately, Rey didn't know where she was or why. She brought her hands up to gently massage her temples. "Why can't I remember? Right—the last I remember was—" Rey bolted up in the bed and looked around in a panic. "Oh, kriff!"

"I have a room—somewhere—"

There was a laugh in her ear, another kiss against her jaw. "Do you? You want me to take you there?"

"Yes—I do want you to take me—"

This time there was a growl that sent delightful shivers down her spine and the next thing she knew she was lifted into his arms and was being carried.

She put her arms around his neck. "I can walk just fine—you can put me down—"

He nipped her ear. "Don't think I will—"

Hardly noticing or caring that he went straight through the casino, Rey berated him. "Why're you always so difficult—"

Then a room—her room—and it was dark with only the moonlight coming in through the balcony. Rey's back was suddenly against the door and his lips were on hers. She kissed him back and then he used his tongue. Oh stars—his tongue! Rey was lost in his kisses and she hadn't even cared.

A whispered declaration made its way to Rey even as he slowly dragged a hand to her thigh, parting the slit of her dress. "You're so beautiful—"

Lips worked their way down to her jaw, then her neck, then her breasts, not caring that the thin fabric of her dress was in their way. He suckled and nipped at her before going lower, dropping to his knees, and lathing her stomach with the same attention. One hand gathered the skirt of her dress and lifted it up and to the side, while the other lifted her left leg over his shoulder.

A finger traced around the blaster she had strapped to her thigh, and Kylo, honest to Maker, looked up at her with dark and fully blown pupils and smirked before bending back down and biting her right on the thigh above the blaster, before bracing her right leg over his shoulder too.

The finger that traced her blaster encountered no material resistance when he reached up further. Kylo groaned even as his lips joined the foray. "Maker, Rey! I'll give you the galaxy—you absolutely deserve the entire kriffing galaxy—"

For her part, Rey was practically overcome by the new sensations she was experiencing; nor did she realize that most women did indeed wear underwear of some sort under their dresses, which she had forgone as it wasn't provided with the rest of her ensemble. She was not concerned about this as she was too busy making noises and not particularly caring how it sounded, so long as Kylo Ren kept doing what he was doing. She had been ready to tell him she didn't want the galaxy, but when he proceeded to actually lick her, she could not find it within herself to gainsay him. Instead she found herself saying things such as, "Oh, yes! Please! Give me the damn galaxy, so long as you keep doing that!"

The rest truly was a bit of a haze. She was still dressed for all that it mattered in the end. She vaguely recalled being carried to the bed. There also might have been a moment when Bast arrived because Rey distinctly may have recalled him saying, "I know they say that what happens in Canto Bight, stays in Canto Bight—but damn—Kylo!"

None of it had been a Force vision, Rey he was certain of it. It all really happened. She was so very, very kriffed, wasn't she?

Rey looked over at the bedside table for the chrono, but was distracted from this when she spied the code cylinder and the holocron. Kylo had been quite clever in making this the thing she had to accept if she lost. She had already half convinced herself that the Resistance was the right side and that her views on morality and goodness must have been irretrievably messed up from her childhood on Jakku. However, Rey had her own code of honor that she followed, and Kylo Ren well knew exactly how to play into that. Not that she was complaining. When she finally did look at the chrono she realized that it was still early. She heaved a sigh of relief.

There was a knock on the door.

Hesitantly, Rey made her way over to it and opened it a crack to peek into the corridor beyond. It was Poe and Pava. This was just adding to the perfect start of the day, overall.

They had already changed into more casual clothing and looked far too awake to be healthy for the hour.

Rey must have looked a sight because Poe eyed her from head to toe incredulously. "Rey—what in stars name have you been doing?"

Rey reached up to smooth down her hair, which was sticking up in the back. It was always best to stick with the truth as much as possible. "Err—playing sabacc?"

Poe, who certainly should not have been a stranger to such shenanigans, looked at Rey as if seeing her in an entirely new light. "All night long?"

Rey shrugged awkwardly. "It was a long game?"

Jessika Pava's arms were crossed and she looked disgusted. "You smell like a distillery—So—Rey—the Jedi apprentice—played sabacc all night and got drunk—while the rest of us kept the FO off our tail?"

Rey crossed her own arms. It was entirely too early in the morning to be put through this. She didn't owe that schutta anything. "It's Jedi Padawan and what do you want, Pava? Did Luke get the youngling or not?"

Poe took over, sensing that it was in everyone's best interests to keep the two women away from each other's throats. "He's still working on it—told us to meet back on the ship around thirteen-hundred hours—"

Rey nodded along in annoyance. "Great—will do—see you then—"

Rey slammed the door on Pava's glare and turned around to find a change of clothes and the fresher.

Despite her headache, it was the best shower of her life. Rey only lamented her lack of time to luxuriate for hours in the stream of water. She could do this all day. The novelty of true plumbing and not having to worry about conserving water for once felt hedonistic.

Rey changed into the first set of clothing she came across in her bag. Why General Organa had gone with a very unimaginative color scheme when it came to her clothes had briefly crossed her mind but, overall, Rey was simply grateful to have multiple sets of new clothing at all. The only thing different about this outfit and the other grey outfit she had worn was that this one was a darker charcoal grey. She was hardly complaining. She pulled her hair into her signature three buns out of habit. Whatever Pava thought, she thought it looked fine. She boldly strapped her blaster to her leg. She wasn't planning on going into any casinos today.

Stepping out of the fresher was a surprise. Bast was sitting on the edge of her bed and holding two disposable cups with lids in his hands. He looked the worse for wear. He held one of the cups out to her.

Rey took it hesitantly. It was still hot. She sniffed it delicately before sipping it. "What is it?"

He looked at her in surprise. "Caf. It's caf, darling."

Rey took another sip. "Really? I've never had any before—it's good—"

Bast nodded. "I can't imagine a galaxy without caf—" He stood up. "Okay—time to go—"

Rey looked at Bast searchingly. "Go where?"

Bast looked at Rey like she was crazy. "Brunch. Kylo's waiting in line for us—it's supposed to be one of the best brunch places in Canto Bight—"

She grabbed her bag and stuffed everything in it before pulling it over her head. Despite herself, Rey was worried. She hoped Kylo didn't regret anything, and she suddenly felt anxious. She hugged her arms around herself. Rey snorted. "Really?"

Bast nodded solemnly. "Yes—it's a miracle he's even up—was surprised myself—" He looked at Rey with a serious expression. "He's completely besotted with you, you know—I've never seen him like this—"

Rey was rather worried about how their next meeting would go after last night. Bast's words hardly allayed her fears. Bast led her out of the hotel and down the street towards the bay. Soon enough Rey found herself confronted with Kylo again.

Kylo looked just as tired as she did. He was sitting on a bench and holding his own cup of caf. He held a little device in his hands out to Bast. "Wait is forty-minutes."

Bast sat on the opposite side of the bench and sprawled out with his head back.

This only left Rey with the option of sitting between the two of them, which she did gingerly.

Kylo immediately stretched his arm out behind her on the bench and moved closer to her so they were touching. He was looking out at the crowd waiting in line around them. "You okay?"

Rey nodded and bit her lip. "Yeah—you?"

Kylo nodded absently and his lips lifted into a half smile.

Rey let out a breath she didn't even know she had been holding.

Bast spoke from his side of the bench, staring up at the sky. "I'm doing great, thanks for asking. After getting you two settled I wound up with what's his name—that little aristocrat I showed you—Rey—"

Rey turned towards Bast. "Yeah? You alright?"

Bast sat up and looked sullen, suddenly finding the cobblestones interesting. "I'll be fine. The wanker snored—he had to go—can't stand that—"

Rey nodded in understanding. That did sound annoying. "Right—totally understand—"

They all took a sip of caf almost simultaneously.

Despite their collective subdued mood, this entire situation felt right to Rey in a way nothing else had in her life up to this point. She was more at ease, felt more accepted than she ever had. So, of course it couldn't last; it simply wasn't the way her life worked.

Rey's comlink went off. She pulled it out and answered it. She didn't bother turning on the holo function. "It's Rey—"

Luke's pleasant voice floated to her ears. "Where are you?"

Rey huffed and glared at the comlink. "It's good to hear from you too, master. It's not thirteen-hundred yet—"

Luke sounded like a scolding parent. "Poe and Jessika had an interesting tale to tell—"

Rey sounded bitter. "I bet they did—"

Luke sighed in exasperation. "What were you thinking, Rey?"

Rey practically hissed through her teeth. "I was thinking I was doing exactly what you told me to do—"

Except for the whole informing Luke if she encountered the First Order, she did exactly as he told her, at any rate. She was exactly the distraction he wanted her to be. Perhaps he hadn't thought of how it would turn out, but she did her duty.

Luke immediately sensed that there was an issue. "I sense the truth there—but you are also being deceptive—"

Rey ignored his statement. "Did you achieve your objective, master?"

Luke 's voice was resigned. "Yes—but Rey—the Force urged me of a great danger—and we've been compelled to make some changes to our plans—"

Rey didn't like where this was going. "What? What're you talking about?"

Luke continued. "I'm sorry—Rey—but we had to leave—the Force willed it—"

Rey's stomach dropped and felt like ice. "You left me here on Canto Bight?"

Luke sounded stern. "We have someone coming to get you—"

Rey's hands were in fists now. Her voice was demanding. "Who? Who did you send?"

Luke was silent for a minute too long.

This infuriated Rey. She didn't want to hear anything else he had to say. She turned off her comlink in a huff and threw it in her bag. How dare he treat her like this?

Kylo looked livid, but his voice was very level. "At least his Force sense was working this time—I was planning to kill him after brunch—"

Bast snorted from his side of the bench. "Shame it didn't happen. Can't stand him—"

Rey didn't know what to think. Luke Skywalker abandoned her here because of the Force, but Kylo and Bast were a bit too murderous for her tastes at the same time. Master Skywalker didn't care about her welfare at all. Rey leaned her head against Kylo's arm and glared out at the world. Rey had resolved entirely nothing. She thought she had resolved everything, but it was more than obvious that she was still just as lost and conflicted as she had ever been.

Two shadows fell over their bench.

Rey looked up. Her eyes widened dramatically and she sat up. Her heart jumped into her throat. She defended herself nervously. "This isn't what it looks like—"

Han Solo had his arms crossed. "I dunno, kid. I'm thinking it's exactly what it looks like—" He looked the three of them over with a wary look on his face before stopping on Kylo with a sad expression.

Chewie let out a roar.

Han nodded in agreement. "Three Knights of Ren—three lost souls—"

Kylo looked up at him with a sneer. "You don't know anything, Han Solo—you never did—"

Rey had a bad feeling about this.