Light and dark came together in the faintest of touches, their fingertips brushing as they reached for one another, craving something tangible, some physical touch between the two. She had reached first, had finally made the first move not in anger, but in peace. He had waited patiently, giving her some semblance of control in their uncontrollable bond; speaking softly and moving slowly, approaching her as one would a frightened or startled creature, giving her the freedom of choice to decide how their interactions would go.
Coming together, they shared the same vision.
Nothing clear, nothing all too certain. The only thing they knew, is that they would fight side by side, would stand together. She knew he would not bow to Snoke, he would turn away from his abusive master and be with her. He knew what she had hidden from herself, her family wasn't coming back to her, but she would have a new one, with him.
He shouldn't want this, shouldn't crave this.
But he does.
Kylo Ren, Ben Solo, whoever he was now, all he craved was Rey and her light, her gentle touch, and her stubborn soul. He wants her, craves her, and it consumes him.
The First Order, being the new Supreme Leader, it all means nothing to him if she is not by his side. He yearns to make her see what he sees, the Galaxy in need of order that only they can provide together, a balance. Her light and his dark working as one to maintain peace and order, give stability between the planets and the people who live there.
She should hate him, should despise him.
But she doesn't.
She sees the light in him, the pain, the regret. Killing Han Solo, killing his father, it tore him to pieces and it is his most painful act, his biggest regret. His light matched her dark, they were yin and yang, not opposites.
The Resistance, the first true home she'd known beyond the desert sands and fallen AT-AT of Jakku. She loved them fiercely, protectively. That same love was not limited to them, and it burned brighter for Ben Solo. She had seen the balance of the force, had recognized it. When they were together, they were the balance. They could right the galaxy, bring it peace. But they could only truly do it together, as one.
