Weeks after Snoke's death, Kylo is still haunted by him. He comes at night, the whisperings that he had grown used to as a child never ceasing. He longs for it to end, to finally be free, and he tells himself repeatedly that he was foolish. Foolish to have given up everything he had worked for just to save some girl that rejected him at the end. A girl that doesn't want him.
And yet Kylo can't help the slight feeling of contempt, as if some part of him believes he did the right thing. That Snoke deserved to die by the hands of the very monster he created, and that Rey was someone who was worth saving.
So for now, he'll ignore the quiet murmurs that call him weak and useless, and tell him that he will never amount to anything. He'll ignore them, no matter how much each word tears at his chest, no matter how much they hurt, and push forward.
Because despite how real it seems, Snoke is dead, cut down by Kylo's own doing, and his hauntings mean nothing. And that one part of him screams that Rey has not met the same fate as Snoke, and that has to mean something even if he will not admit it.