They hover over Coruscant with false identifications and false passwords under the false pretext of transporting Corellian wine to the troops. The objective of their mission: to spoil the great celebration of the Day of the Empire.
She enjoyed Canto Bight raid too much. She enjoyed even stealing the Guavian Death Gang's ship, although it all reminded her painfully of Han Solo. He'd participated in both – enjoying the former and downright relishing the latter.
But this diversion makes her feel uneasy. She feels the danger and the treason as they enter the orbit.
„I feel this won't go the way we think", she echoes her master's words to Poe.
She explains her vision to him, but he grins.
„Well, if that's so, let them have him. Let the vultures eat each other up".
He is trusting; he is loyal and daring – and falling in love with her. It makes her feel uncomfortable. It blurs the line that defines their already complicated relationship: he is the general of a non-existent army, a cross between a smuggler and a partisan; and she is a barely trained Jedi without any official rank and with no functioning weapon (yes, Luke's saber is still broken).
He has a point, and the confusion that would ensue would definitely help their guerilla attack: but still Rey feels it's wrong. Not just that it's dishonorable to fight against a man who can't defend for himself, but also it's essentially, humanly wrong. No one has to die like that. And he won't die gloriously: they'll butcher him as soon as they get a chance.
Kylo Ren is powerful, but he isn't invincible. His crossbow wound is still healing. No man could've survived it – he does, but with consequence. There are at least 2 million Stormtroopers on that planet. Many will perish, but he'll be outnumbered in the end. Solitary figure with his ancient unstable saber.
Her heightened intuition starts to feel like a burden.
Even wookie wants him dead – why "even"? Ah, she stepped into something. She inadvertently picked up on that grief and that conflict. If she went even deeper, she'd pick up on the faint energy signature of his presence in this ship, a long time ago.
But she didn't have the time – none of them did.
„What do you want us to do, Rey"? Poe asks with a tone caught midway concern and resentment.
And she really doesn't know.
He wants to die.