Rey descended down ship's ramp, lightsaber in full tow. The sun blinded her to a terrifying degree that she had to bring up her non-dominant hand—her left one—and cover her eyes. The risk of danger was too great once they noticed Damesh was not the one emerging, and she wouldn't risk her and Jarrok's death over some blunder as stupid as not being able to see.

Her footsteps slowed. Squinting her eyes, she discerned a sea of maybe half a dozen people all dressed in identical jackets. There was something strikingly similar about the pastels engraved on their fronts, but Rey paid them no mind. For the next sight gave her the greatest surprise of her life.

Leia Organa.

The woman's eyes were pensive. They were shelled and protected, wary at no doubt the two attendees on the ship. But Rey was no fool. She had always been good at reading people—a trait she picked up on Jakku, and she managed to see beyond the austere expression in her eyes to an emotion that didn't quite reach concern, but was almost there.

Rey's now-adjusted eyes scanned her surroundings. Everyone's expression was the same—solemn—but not hostile. Now more confused than anything else, she switched off her lightsaber, hesitating before clipping it on her belt. Her eyes never left the hardened face of Leia.

She had no idea what to even say. But that thought was immediately dismissed when Leia broke the silence.

"Rey."

That one word only confused Rey more. Out of everything she expected, it wasn't that. Her name was filled not with anger nor relief, but a void. It was entirely neutral, and that was what unsteadied her the most.

"Leia, I—"

Rey stopped. As soon as she said the general's name, something changed. Rey could visibly see it—whatever Leia was expecting, it wasn't what she got. Rey soaked in the general's new demeanor—a small shift of her foot meant nothing to ordinary civilians, but she knew it was to put her in a defensive position. And her eyes. Her eyes glazed over with failed recognition. No longer was she Rey, but a stranger before her eyes.

"Lock them up."

A Resistance man she had never seen before approached them. Rey's eyes widened.

"Leia, I—"

But she was already turning away, her back now toward Rey. Her plea seemed to stop her, if only for a split second, but then she resumed her walk away from them.

The bulky man approached them with confidence and pulled out a pair of binders. A little different than standard-issue First Order ones, but they would still serve the same purpose. Rey stared at them, unsure if she wanted to comply. She'd had enough of binders.

"What should I do, Lady Rey?"

It was evident by the reaction of the majority of Resistance members that they had heard Jarrok. Rey could see their postures tense and a couple of them even moved their hands to their sides.

"It's okay," she whispered back. She could feel Jarrok's helmet almost pressed against the back of her head. The rest of his body was undoubtly ready to fight, and this notion warmed her heart.

"Of course."

The two of them surrendered themselves willingly. The man slapped the binders around Rey's wrists first, then dealt with Jarrok. There was a small stiffening of his body, and then Rey remembered.

"My Knight," she said, turning her head to Jarrok. "He needs medical immediately. He's been severely injur—"

"Move it," the man said, pushing her forward. Rey stumbled a bit before balancing herself.

"I said—"

"The General said nothing about bringing him to medical."

Had the Resistance always been this dense or is it just this man?

"Leia didn't know he was hurt," Rey retorted. Then, realizing her argument was getting nowhere, she tried again. "He needs medical, or he's going to die!"

She could see the man clench down on his teeth.

"Please," Rey pleaded. None of it was fake. She was genuinely concerned for the Knight, not just because of her promise to Sula, but also because his life was in her hands.

She could see the gears turning inside his head.

"Where's the injury?"

Rey breathed a quick sigh of relief. "On his side. A blaster bolt went through him."

The Resistance member peered at them, as if he didn't believe them or thought it was a ploy to escape. Rey didn't know how else to convince him. If anything, the expression on her face had to be enough.

In the end, he pulled out a comm device and spoke into it. She could faintly hear Leia's voice come out the other end, but couldn't make sense of what she said. The man nodded his head a couple of times before gesturing with his head.

"Take the Knight. Get him to medical."

Rey breathed a bigger sigh of relief, but then it grew into worry. She knew that if Leia granted her this request, then their relationship had to be reparable. And she also knew the Resistance would take care of him. She wasn't worried about any of these things. However, it was Jarrok who didn't know who the Resistance was. She was sure he was bred from youth and led to believe things about the Resistance that Rey was led to believe in regards to the First Order, none of which were pleasant.

"Jarrok, go with them," she whispered to him, their faces almost touching. She could see a faint glimmer of his eyes, a strikingly similar silver to another Knight she knew.

"You'll be okay. They'll take care of you." Rey leaned in even closer to him, and let some of her hesitancy escape. "Don't give them anything or cause trouble. Trust them, but not too much."

"Understood, Lady Rey."

Another Resistance member, this time a female, helped Jarrok walk. There was something familiar about her angry, oriental looks at her that stood out to Rey. She had seen her amongst the Resistance before, but it had to have been for the briefest of moments.

Half the Resistance members went with Jarrok and the girl. The rest of them dispersed after a final failed furtive glance at the newcomers, probably to return back to their stations.

That left Rey and the unnamed Resistance hulk.

It wouldn't be hard to escape, but Rey didn't for several reasons. The biggest reason was that Jarrok needed the medical treatment, and however small the Resistance number was, Rey had no doubts they had the technology to save him, especially if it was on Coruscant. The second was Rey's trust on Leia. The recognition had been there, and Rey was teeming with questions to try to explain all the chain of events that had been happening as of late. There were other reasons as well, but of unimportance.

Rey shook her head in disbelief. What was going on with her? Why did she have to rationalize her thoughts to not escape from the Resistance, the side that she was loyal towards?

"This way," the man grunted.

"Where are we going?" Rey asked. If she didn't have her binders on, they would have looked like two ordinary people strolling around to any spectators. Not that there was any, for the platform they had landed on was directly attached to a building that Rey assumed could be none other than the new Resistance base. News about her arrival was probably getting old already.

"I have strict orders to take you to our holding room."

"Holding room?" Then it struck her. "You mean prison?"

"Call it whatever you want."

"I want to see Leia, not be put in a prison."

"The General is a busy woman. When she has time to see you, she'll see you."

"I see some things haven't changed," Rey muttered. She couldn't shake off how out-of-place she felt. What was once a haven was now an uncertainty, one with a big question mark over its head. The only hopefulness she got out of it was her past. Leia, Finn, Poe, BB-8…

She had to blink back tears at how sudden her emotions hit her. Relieved at how his back was facing her, she continued to walk to the door leading to inside the building.

Until the man whirled around.

"Why did you do it?" Rey immediately took a step back and stared straight at him, her eyes still wet. She had an inkling of where this was going, and by the pit in her stomach, she didn't like it.

"Why did you do it?" he repeated, in a much softer tone this time. "The Resistance. What—"

"I don't know," Rey choked. "I don't know." And she didn't. She knew what he was going to ask, and she cut him off before he had a chance to vocalize it. She wasn't ready to hear it.

The two of them walked through the automated door that led to the inside of the building. Rey was presented with the highest ceilings she had ever seen, and her temporary weakness was halted by the spectacle. To see something like that inside a hangar was more appropriate, but inside here was surreal. There had to have been some Force-play here—there was no way the carvings and the structural integrity of the columns could have been carved at that high an elevation.

She was led down one hallway before approaching another door. They went through it, and this time the hallway was much narrower and the ceiling was proportionally lower. They resumed walking for a few more minutes. There were a few Resistance members that passed along them, but none of her friends. Rey couldn't help but think about how few people were around. She had to blink back more tears when she realized that the Battle on Crait took more lives than she originally thought and now had to face the truth: there were maybe just a handful of the Resistance that remained.

They stopped in front of a steely metal door with a narrow slit that was face-level in the door.

The man turned around and Rey saw how his face had softened. Determined not to be seen as weak, she gave him a curt nod. He opened the door and she slipped inside.

"There will be food brought to you if need be. Under no circumstances will you be allowed to leave. If you try anything…" the man's voice tapered off.

"I won't," Rey assured. "Will it be you delivering the food?"

"That I am not sure of."

"Can you tell whoever does if I could stay updated on Jarrok?"

The man gave a stiff nod. "I'll see what I can do." He yanked out a pair of keys and unlocked the binders, much to Rey's relief. Afterwards, he held out his hand. A brief look of confusion worked its way onto Rey's face at what he was implying. For a bizarre second she thought he was offering something, but then realized after peering into his lowered eyes that he was gesturing for something.

She quirked an eyebrow. "Do I have to?"

"The General has requested that it be done."

Rey shot him a smile that didn't reach her eyes. It was painful to even think about departing with it. Her weapon had already become an extension of her, and to leave it in he hands of a stranger did not sit well with her. But she didn't have much of a choice. Rey unwillingly unclipped her lightsaber and relinquished it to him. The man gave her a nod. Realizing that the talk was over, she turned her back to him, hearing the door snap shut as it locked.

She was left alone.

The room was just a room, functional at best. There was a small metal bed with nothing more than a blanket draped over it. Rey bit her lip at the sudden comparison of this to her bed on the Finalizer.

A small toilet was perched right next to the bed. Other than that, the room was dark and bare. There were no windows. If Rey were to lay down on the isolated, cold floor, she could stretch and have her feet touching one end of the wall and her fingertips the other.

There was a bitter taste brewing in her mouth. Out of everyone she had expected to greet them, the last person that came to her mind was Leia. And when she saw her, a tiny part of herself wanted to just drop everything and launch herself into her arms.

The last thing she expected was treatment like this. Although at the end of the day, she couldn't blame the General for taking precautionary measures.

She was locked away, like a slave. Locked away without anything but the clothes on her body. It was no different than when she was on Jakku. It was no different than when she was captured by the First Order.

There was war inside her. She could feel it—a conflict of interest. Horribly, ugly scars were revealing themselves. She had always known the First Order was capable of locking their prisoners up, but everything she had known about the Resistance was slashed, obliterated by her predicament. Trapped, with her privileges dependent on only what she would be given. Each side was exposed and welcomed the monstrosities that came with war.

They were two sides of the same coin. It was the ugly truth.

Rey pressed her back against the cold wall and slumped down until she hit the ground. It was so selfish, but all she could think about is how betrayed she felt. Out of everyone left in this galaxy, Rey thought that the only person she could have trusted was Leia.

Shaking her head, she brushed a stray tear away. No, that wasn't true. There was someone else now. Kylo.

No. It wasn't just him now. There was Sula also. However little time they spent together, Rey already found herself bonded with her. Not in the same sense as her and Kylo, but something wholeheartedly amicable. She had never done anything untrustworthy. Sula had never lied to her.

The more Rey pondered on it, the deeper she felt dragged down. How many people had she met over these last few days? The nameless faces of the First Order personnel, the Knights—she avoided thinking about Deimos—all of them, no matter how small or trivial, had played a role in getting her to where she was now.

And that was the biggest question of it all. Where was she now? Not physically, but in her journey to become her true self. Who was she?

Rey took an unsteady breath and raised her hands up in the dim light seeping through the slit in the door. She turned it around, staring at her palm for what seemed like eternity before moving her line of sight up her arm, soaking in her old outfit from Jakku that she was still wearing. Never had she felt so alien in them. Her attire sent her brain on a trip down memory lane and into nostalgia. She had scrapped the clothes off a scavenge in a warship when she was just a young girl, and made necessary adjustments as she grew. She had them when she was starving. She had them when she cried herself to sleep every night.

Maker, it felt like so long ago. So, so long ago.

And now, look where she was. It was like losing a loved one and only realizing how truly gone they were weeks later. This was similar—Rey hadn't even realized how much time had gone by until now.

And in that moment, she hated nothing in the world more than herself. She hated herself not for where she was, but for who she was. It was a long time ago that she waived her beliefs in any higher gods. There was only one thing that was pure and drove the galaxy—the Force. She was powerless against it, powerless against the path of her destiny and how it was shaping it.

It was so difficult to reel in her emotions. All Rey felt was frustration, and she had half a mind to use the Force to barge her way out of her cell and wander around the premises. Not escape, but wander, to just walk and possibly find a place to blow off steam.

But wait. It didn't work like that anymore. She couldn't just come and go as she pleased. She was seen as a threat.

Her frustration fizzled out until all that was left was loneliness. Not quite the same loneliness as when she was on Jakku, but loneliness nevertheless.

Rey took a deep breath, looked inside, and checked the bond. It was still there, left in the same degree of shadows as it was when she last checked up on it in Rost. Still completely aware of why it was like this in the first place, she spoke into it, forgoing her personal vendetta in order to melt away just a little bit of that loneliness.

Kylo?

There was nothing at first, but she could sense him slowly approaching, tapping on the wall she put between him and her. Rey let some of her defenses drop, exposing a little piece of the bond, which immediately flared to life at the opening. Kylo immediately take advantage of it.

Rey! Where are you?! I've been trying to get through to you for hours!

There was nothing calm about his voice. For a man who either tried his hardest to be stoic if not yelling with authority or anger in his voice, panic was the last thing Rey expected to hear, but it wasn't unwelcome. She actually found it endearing.

I'm okay, I think.

The attack took us all by surprise. Damesh escaped—

Rey interrupted him. Can we talk about something else?

Surprise flitted through the bond at her interjection.

Tell me where you are. I'm coming to get you.

No! At his grave tone, she jumped to her feet. A sudden image presented itself to her: Kylo was pacing back and forth in the medical bay. There were a few droids in irreparable clumps beneath his feet. A deep laceration was present below his left earlobe and ran all the way down his neck and to his shoulder. Another wound of what looked like to be a sharp stab was near his abdomen. Rey could see everything, for he was naked from the waist up.

Kylo! You're hurt! She exclaimed, ignoring the heat that rushed into her cheeks at the sight of his rippled physique.

He was about to answer her, but then they both sensed a ruffle of the curtains. Both their attentions turned to a few people draped with white coats walking in. She saw him wave them off.

"Leave me,"He growled.

"Supreme Leader, your injuries must be taken care—"

"Doctor, unless you are willing to depart with your hand, I suggest you leave. Now."

The doctor shared a clandestine look with his nurses before pursuing his lips.

Kylo, let the doctor take a look.

He was supposed to have done so already. And besides, I'm fine.

Oh, Maker. Quit being so stubborn.

No.

Has it ever occurred to you that would've been patched up already if you didn't obliterate the medical droids? Rey snorted, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. Do it? For me?

They stared at each other for what seemed like a very long time. It took a lot of control on Rey's part to keep her eyes glued to his and not drop them any lower. Finally—

"Ten minutes," she heard him say. "Be back here in ten minutes."

Knowing that he wouldn't get Kylo to cooperate any further, the doctor agreed. "Very well," he said. "Ten minutes."

There was the sound of curtains draping back over to ensure his privacy, and the disappearing of footsteps.

Rey.

Kylo, you're hurt.

Never mind me, he shook his head. Where are you? I need to come and get you. At his words, he made to go grab his clothes, but stopped, pressing a hand to his stomach.

Maker, you're bleeding!

It does that sometimes, he admitted.

It does that because you're tearing your skin apart! Stop being so childish and lay in bed.

Rey, I need you to tell me where you are.

Lay in bed first, Kylo.

I refuse.

If you don't do what I tell you now, I WILL shut the bond off again. This isn't a joke, you know, she threatened. I mean it. Bed. Now.

Kylo must have really sensed that she was serious, for he pushed himself onto the bed without a single word.

Now tell me where you are.

And if I do, she said. Will you promise not to overreact?

Yes.

Promise me.

Fine. I promise.

Rey took a deep breath. I'm—I'm with the Resistance.

Kylo immediately jumped out of bed and stalked closer to her until his face was just inches from hers.

You're what?!

Kylo, it isn't as it seems! Rey pleaded, staring into his angry orbs.

How dare you?

Rey's mouth dropped and she slapped him. Hard. It was only the second time in her life she had ever made physical contact through the bond. She knew it wasn't really physical, but her palm against his cheek felt like a real palm against a cheek nonetheless.

No, how dare you?! She yelled back at him. How dare you accuse me of returning to the Resistance!

I wasn't—

Do not play games with, Kylo Ren! You understand nothing of the truth, and instead fill your head with false assumptions!

You were off the grid for hours! Maker, now he was snarling too. All I had for hours was assumptions! You have absolutely NO idea how concerned I was for you!

Rey stared into his venomous eyes. At this moment, more than anything else, she hated him.

And then she wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and hungrily smashed his lips against hers.

Her brain exploded in a permanent display of fireworks as she could literally feel the rough texture of his lips smeared against her own. She wasted no time and roughly shoved her tongue into his mouth, savoring the slipperiness of his flesh.

Kylo wasted no time either. She could sense his anger immediately drop and replace with lust. Their tongues battled for dominance, and Rey won. She backed her fight up with as much hate and craving and desire as she could, animalistically claiming him as hers.

Kylo's hands soon came alive. One of them drew her closer into him until they were pressed against one another. His other palm pushed under the curve of her rear, lifting her up. Rey sprang into his grip and wrapped her legs around his waist as tight as she could with her thighs until she was being supported by his hands and arms alone. Both of her hands pried and tugged at the messy black locks tumbling from the scalp of his head as she moaned into the kiss. She could feel him growing down under, and it did nothing but spiral her into a further daze. A further desire to rip off all their clothes and just have him disappear inside of her. She could just imagine how warm and full she would be and this, combined with edged hate, fueled and strengthen her attacks on his mouth.

Kylo! She could feel herself wettening, juices escaping from her netherfolds and soaking her underwear. All for him. She gave a snarl of protest as he broke apart from her lips but it turned into a heady moan as she suddenly felt him begin to munch on her neck so hard that it tore the vessels underneath. Rey moved one of her hands to his neck and began to squeeze, edging him on. Something in her knew that he would savor her token of appreciation, and it was affirmed by a suck so strong that she saw stars for a millisecond. She couldn't take it anymore.

Fuck me. Now.

She could hear him give off a wild growl and feel him growing even larger. Her eyes widened with glassy lust at the possibilities of what he could do to her. Savor her. Claim her. Dominate her.

There was the sound of a door opening. And just like that, the moment was ruined.

"I have orders to bring you to the Gen—"

Kylo was ripped away from her, wordlessly fading into the pitch-black abyss before she could do anything. Rey spun around to see her uninvited visitor. Without the bond promoting her, she fell from a criss-crossed, meditative state flat onto her butt, sprawling onto the floor for only the briefest of seconds before she sprang back up.

"How dare you?!" she screeched. Acting on impulse, she raised her hand up toward the new Resistance member, a man who couldn't have been more than twenty, and clenched her fist.

It was the first time she had truly meant to cause harm without any second thoughts, but the anger coursing through her veins ran unparalleled to anything she had ever felt. It took control of her. Her vision narrowed until her eyesight went red, and the only thing she could see were the man's hands feebly tugging at the invisible choke.

"How dare you?" she asked again. He was now turning blue and his eyes were bulging out of their sockets. There was a seed of dark pleasure that began to grow and spread into Rey's consciousness, and Rey gave in to it. She could see the life disappearing from his eyes, and it gave her quite a thrill. But all it took was a few more seconds of admiration at the raw power she held before the darkness was stopped in its tracks and the illusion snapped. She yanked her hand back as if pulling it out from boiling pot. The man fell to the ground, barely conscious. The sight of his helplessness instigated a flicker of guilt inside of Rey, but she brushed it off.

"Stand up."

He was in no condition to do so. Rey raised her hand and pulled him to his feet and slid him toward her, holding his shoulders until he could erect himself.

"Please—"

His plead was what got to her. That, and the terrified whimper he gave when she took a small step forward. In a snap second, Rey made up her mind.

"Look at me," she said, easing some comfort into her voice. "Please."

The man's labored breathing and sobs began to slow as he did as she asked. Rey took this as a positive sign and continued.

"You will not remember this," she spoke meticulously, staring him dead in the eyes.

A blank stare began to gloss over his orbs.

"I will not remember this," he said.

"You came in the cell—" Rey stopped, remembering what he had interrupted. A sudden desire to snap his neck came to her mind as her anger began to brew again, but she shrugged it off. She quickly returned her attention back to the matter at hand before her she messed things up.

"You came in the cell and was met with my figure laying on the bed. Nothing else."

"I came in the cell and was met with your figure laying on the bed."

"You will do as originally commanded and bring me to General Leia Organa."

The man nodded and Rey broke off the trance-like state that she put her voice in. And just like that, things were back to normal.

"I have orders to take you to General Organa."

"My wait wasn't long at all, then. I'm sure you're aware of the situation that I'm in."

The young man rocked a few times on the balls of his feet. Rey frowned, slightly worried that her mind trick coercion had failed.

"What is it?"

The man shot a furtive look at her and Rey realized that his response to her wasn't because of her mind trick, but because he was scared of her. She began to grow a little exasperated at his reaction, but at the same time, a small part of her was secretly pleased—pleased at how she could elicit this kind of emotional terror. She'd never admit it out loud, though.

"I won't bite," she told him. "Even though you did—" she cut herself off and had to remind herself that what he saw didn't actually happen in his mind.

The man nodded briefly and re-opened the door. They walked out and she had only had a few seconds to adjust her eyes back to the bright lights before they set off.

"You're Rey," the man broke the silence a few awkward minutes into their walk. His curiosity had obviously taken the better of him.

"Yes. And you are?"

"Elland."

"I've never seen you with the Resistance before."

He fiddled with the hem of his jacket.

"I'm not going to tell the First Order about how you came to join the Resistance, if that's what you're worried about."

He gave another thought as if to take her words into consideration before finally saying, "I'm from Canto Bight."

"Canto Bight?" she racked her brain. Canto Bight…Canto Bright…

"Unless you're dripping with money, then the name probably doesn't mean anything to you."

"I remember now. Cantonica, a desert planet like Jakku. Why'd someone like you leave a place like that?"

For someone who was originally scared of her, he seemed more than willing to open himself up to her. It was only human nature to like talking about himself, she supposed.

"It's true that the population could escape from war when all that surrounds them is dirty gambling. Everyone's there to have fun. It's neutral territory. I was a stableboy for the Fathiers. These big space horses that people liked to gamble on during races. I also looked after the other children who were much younger than me. Life is difficult for us there. Most of us seek a purpose in life. I'd rather die than to ignore the monstrosities of war."

"And now you're with the Resistance. A bold move."

"I had always heard stories. Quite a lot of stableboys are planning on joining, once they reach adulthood."

Rey took his words into consideration. The man had just given her crucial information that could be used from a tactical point of view, and he himself was unaware of it.

"How in Maker's name did you even get from there to Coruscant?"

"I ran away when all the destruction happened. Two Resistance members themselves managed to uproot the entire casino."

"Oh?"

The man looked behind them for any eavesdroppers. Rey didn't even bother, for she could sense through the Force that they were alone.

"Finn and Rose."

A chill washed over Rey. The latter of the names meant nothing to her but the first…

Angst doused her, and her memories sent her into the past. Into when they had first met on Jakku, and how they had escaped together on the Millennium Falcon. How they had found the Resistance and their pivotal roles on Starkiller Base.

What would he think of her now? Would he be quick to turn on her, just as Leia had? Would he be able to understand?

Of course not. A nagging voice appeared in Rey's mind and she did a double-take at the unexpected intrusion. Why would he be friends with someone who stands with the First Order, when he himself tried so hard to escape from them?

"Finn…is he here now?"

"I believe so," was the suspicious answer.

"I know him. He's my friend."

He's not your friend, the voice taunted. If he was, he would have seen you already. He's deliberately avoiding you. He hates you.

Rey furiously shook her head to empty the sudden voice. She redirected her focus on her hands, completely forgetting that she wasn't restrained.

"I suppose a lack of binders means that the General doesn't consider me a threat anymore." Rey said this with a hint of steel in her voice.

"General Organa requested that I bring you to her private quarters. I suppose that must stand for something."

"Yes, it does," she muttered. The man didn't know how to respond to that, so they were left walking in sheer silence until they stopped in front of a large, white door. Knowing that Leia was on the other side was more than enough to fill her with a sense of urgency to dismiss her company. Giving Elland a brief thanks, she turned her attention to the door.

Maybe there was a sensor, or maybe the General was waiting for the right time. Regardless, the door slid to the side, revealing Leia. Even though the woman was shorter than herself, she radiated control. Her firm eyes settled on Rey's and then she opened her mouth.

"We need to talk."

Another chapter! I have the feeling that some of you won't agree on with the direction I'm moving Rey toward, whereas it be, 'I can't ever see her doing this' or 'she's turning dark too fast!' or 'how is she not being overswarmed with conflict?' I'll try to explain to the best of my degree.

The darkness was always a part of Rey. Even in canon with the movies and all, there are visible moments where she channels the Dark Side (anger especially), i.e. when she fights Kylo on Starkiller, when she struggled against Snoke and later, the Praetorian guards. The darkness is something that is literally a core part of her existence and she's tempted by it. Terrible analogy, but it's like those stories you hear of a very innocent person heading off to college then becoming wild. People say they change, but the reality of it is that underneath the innocence, that's who they really were. All they needed was the catalyst that brought it out. The catalyst, or 'college' in this situation would be Kylo and his teachings. As mentioned earlier in the fanfic, Kylo told her she would slowly change into who she was. Sometimes the way she reacts to a situation (passively) or not at all is because she herself doesn't know that what she's doing is necessarily wrong or warrants emotion. To her, she is behaving regularly. And she might even possibly be a little confused. I mean, I'm sure any one of us would be if we were put through the same chain of events she was. Poor girl. She must be exhausted.

My goal eventually is to have her the way she was at the beginning of the fanfic, but switched. So instead of being mostly light with a bit of dark deep inside her, it'll be mostly dark with a bit of light deep inside her.

An artwork was recently released a few days ago and I am in LOVE with it! This is the kind of person I envision her as in the future - except she'd have a double-bladed lightsaber instead (maybe hers can detach into two individual ones; who knows?). Credit goes where credit's due (Dimitri Morson)

For some reason, fanfiction isn't letting me post links. If you type go to artstation and then add /artwork/dNd2W, you'll be able to see the image I'm talking about!

New update soon!