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He rips of his mask in frustration, slinging it across his room. His body aching with every movement. Kylo Ren's training session with Supreme Leader Snoke had not gone well today.
"You're distracted! Sloppy...weak."
Snoke's words replayed in his head to the point of madness. He was a disgrace to his grandfather's name.
Kylo went over to the sink, splashing water on his face. He hissed as it burned the angry red wound she had left there. As if he needed a physical reminder of her presence.
He looked up into the mirror, broken by his hand so many times they had stopped replacing it. He avoided looking at his own face as much as he could, reminded too much of his parents. The broken glass distorted his features, but not enough. His face was similar to his father's in structure; but his eyes, his eyes were his mother's.
"Ben!"
Han Solo's voice rang in his ears like a gunshot. He gripped the sides of the sink tightly. He had felt her, his mother, the moments after his father's death. He knew she had always been force-sensitive, but chose not to explore her gifts fully. Still he felt her; felt her pain, her grief at his father's death. She knew. He shut his eyes tightly, not wanting to look at her likeness anymore. "Even if I could go back, she would never forgive me." Guilt ran through his body, but he pushed it out, replacing it with anger instead. He had to do it, it was the only way. Why should he care? She wasn't his mother anymore. She has stopped being that when she sent him away.
He focused his thoughts elsewhere; to Rey. She had rejected him, bested him, humiliatedhim. He had fleetingly hoped she would accept his offer on Starkiller Base, to teach her the ways of the force. She was strong with the force, perhaps, even stronger than him. She had so much potential, and yet it was being wasted! Somewhere deep down, the part that was always being tempted by the light, wondered if the dark side truly was stronger. But was her wasted potential really the only reason he was angry she had run from him? He opened his eyes only to be met with a familiar face staring at him in the mirror. He spun around, breathing heavily, but Rey wasn't there.
Had their connection really grown to this? It was a mistake to have ever entered into her mind, one he should have known better than commit. If he was distracted, it was because he was no longer just himself; Rey was there too. He could feel her emotions, see her dreams, and now apparently, he could see her as well. He was angry she has managed to figure out how to exploit their connection before he had.
"Leave me alone." He growled.
"You've done this to yourself! I didn't ask to be here!" Her disembodied voice bit back.
"I'm sure you didn't. My uncle teaching you to spy on me? Tell him I said hello." His voice was laced with disdain and sarcasm. Kylo knew from visions he had received from her, that Rey had found his uncle Luke.
"No he isn't! I don't want to be in your head, any more than you want to be in mine! I haven't even told him yet..." Rey seemed hesitant to tell him this, and honestly the information was a surprise.
"Why not?" He was genuinely curious about this. Surely she had to know that their connection could become beneficial to the Resistance. He could feel her reluctance to answer through their connection. "Out with it desert rat." He sighed impatiently.
"Don't call me that." She growled, which caused him to smirk. He had to admit, he enjoyed pushing her buttons. "I don't know. I suppose I would rather find a way to get rid of you, then to have you in my head constantly if they wanted to exploit the situation." Her reasoning made sense enough, but he had a feeling she wasn't saying everything.
"Why are we like this exactly?" He could feel her confusion and exasperation.
"Force-sensitives aren't supposed to go into each other's minds when they aren't trained to do so. I hadn't yet completed my training. I knew you were sensitive to the force, but I chose to look into your mind anyway."
"And I looked into yours..."
"Yes, and I'm not sure how to fix it. Yet." He felt suspicion creep through their connection.
"Why have you not told your Master of this?" Smart girl, annoyingly so.
"The same reasons I suppose. He would also punish me for being so foolish, and opening my mind to the Resistance. He may see it as too much of a liability..."
"Sounds like someone I'd love to follow." Rey said dryly. He envisioned her eyes rolling as she spoke.
"The Supreme Leader does was he must to restore order to the Galaxy. If you had only accepted my offe-"
"I will never accept!" Her anger flared. Kylo wondered with mild amusement how she intended to be a Jedi with such hostility. "And keep telling yourself those lies. One day you may actually believe them." He was about to bite back at her, but he felt their connection begin to fade. She was gone. Well, not completely gone, but he knew he was alone with his thoughts for now.
"Stupid girl." He murmured, but there was no anger in it. He should hate her, and yet, he still couldn't bring himself to do it easily. Kylo Ren looked into the mirror one last time, at his brown eyes that held little warmth.
"Goodbye Master Ben! If we meet again, you will be a Jedi, just like Master Luke!" Said a golden plated protocol droid, to a sniffling little boy clinging to his mother.
Kylo Ren turned away from the mirror, away from his memories, retrieving the mask which hid his face from everyone, including himself.
Across the galaxy, Rey stood overlooking the sea, in the ruins of the Jedi temple. She had also heard the droid's words, and seen the little boy. She shut her eyes as sadness swept over her.