He felt the pull of the light again.
And the voices in him whispering about giving in had become even louder.
Kylo Ren didn't talk about that to Rey.
There was not time. Yet.
He needed to be strong. To be hard and decisive.
The rebels had to be put down.
The factions in the first order.
"Kill the past…."
That echoed from the red walls of the throne room.
The battle scars still all over the walls and the ground.
Kylo wanted them there. He wanted to be reminded.
Death was the price for every victory in life.
Rey would learn that. Soon.
It was the right way.
He knew. He JUST knew.
Kylo had to be right.
He had given so much.
"Father…"
A tear ran down his cheek.
Rey wasn't there to hold him.
He didn't want her too.
"I have to be strong. For the two of us."
He was so alone.
"You aren´t." whispered a voice in the force.
"Rey?"
The End