Tucked under her thin blanket was where Rey remained. It had been a long night filled with dreams that'd revisited her vision back on Takodana. When she had touched that old saber, she had been anointed visions of the future, or maybe the past. There was no way for her to be certain, but they had revisited her in her dream.

The part that haunted her the most was seeing Kylo Ren amidst a downpour, surrounded by those six other warriors. They had all looked so dangerous and destructive – as if they were ready to annihilate the whole Resistance. And that vision had shook Rey to her core. Just seeing that again had sucked the life out of her – almost like the events of yesterday.

After yesterday all she could think about was how wicked Kylo Ren was. She had thought him a redeemable person before, and she had felt the light in him and thought there was a chance to save him. But now, she wasn't certain how she felt about saving him, or if he could be saved. Maybe it had been her own optimistic personality hoping he was a good person.

But he had nearly killed her, and she wanted nothing to do with him. She's decided that she wasn't going to be overly cooperative or kind to Kylo Ren anymore. He There was no need for it, instead she would just learn what she could and bide her time until he asked for that map. In all honesty, she didn't want to train her skills anymore with him. She didn't want to be in his dark presence anymore. And most of all she didn't want to look at his ebony mask ever again. All she wanted was to listlessly lay in her prison cell and wish reality away.

Rey knew she needed to get up soon, Ren would be here to escort her to training – and she wanted to have a clear mind for when he arrived. She couldn't allow her anger take over again like yesterday, otherwise there was no guarantee she would still be standing after today.

Finally, Rey pulled herself out of bed and sat on the metal floor. It was uncomfortable no matter where she was in this cell, but then again the confines of her prison were restricting her from any state other than insanity. Rey looked at her somewhat distorted reflection on the metallic wall. For a few days she'd been too afraid to look at herself and now she understood why. Her cheeks and skin were a paler tint than usual – they had lost their lively, rosy quality. Rey also noticed her face was a bit thinner and dark circles had formed under her eyes. In her dull reflection she could even see the light red marks that had surfaced on her neck. Ultimately, Rey looked like more of a wreck than she previously thought.

She ran her hand over her hair and unfortunately she could feel the oiliness that had built. The last time she'd enjoyed a shower was when she'd arrived here, but Rey doubted she would get that divine treatment again.

Disappointedly, Rey looked away from her reflection. There was nothing she could do to improve her looks in this condition. The only thing she could do here was improve her Force skills, or her physical endurance. If there was any hope of escaping she needed to be in pristine shape.

Rey decided to try her luck at meditating, if she focused hard enough maybe her stomach would stop screaming for food. After missing yesterday's meal, Rey could feel hunger pains setting in, but she was determined to conquer them.

All morning Rey tried to forgive Kylo Ren for almost killing her. Yet no matter how much she meditated on the idea, she just couldn't bring herself to pardon him. She wasn't sure if she really even wanted to pardon him. Instead, she spent the time trying to clear her mind – like how the old Jedi teachings instructed. Rey was pleased she was able to accomplish that with relative ease, as she blocked out everything but the Force that surrounded her.

Things had been peaceful and remained quiet most of the morning, until Rey felt a sudden shift in the Force. To her dismay, Rey could feel a dark presence closing in, she was certain it was Kylo Ren. Rey heard the door open with a loud hiss, and unceremoniously her concentration was broken as Ren invited himself into her cell. The sound of his boots made a familiar and distinctive clicking with the ground as he entered. There was a cold aura between them as Rey shot him a scathing look. If stares could kill, she was certain hers would have scorched Kylo where he stood. She was surprised he made no acknowledgement of her piercing glares.

Ren was adorned in his usual black robes, boots and mask. His statue was rigid and confident as he stood in the doorway. His arrogant stance annoyed her, but she didn't let it show.

When she looked at him and all she could think was how much of a monster he was – a monster who hid behind his mask. Rey tried to bring herself back to her meditation and ignore the fact that he'd arrived.

You think I'm a monster, interesting. Well you really should protect your thoughts, I was under the impression you had a strong mental focus.

That's when Rey jumped to her feet in surprise – his voice was resonating in her skull. He was in her mind, pillaging through her thoughts. Instantly, her eyes dug into him like knives and she nonchalantly paced over to stand in front of him. As usual, Kylo loomed over her and she was forced to look upward and into his ebony mask. There was a lack of emotion in his mask that always annoyed and unnerved her – it was a way to disconnect himself from everyone else.

Stay out of my head, she hissed back at him in the confines of her mind. Within that moment Rey took charge of her thoughts, and she could feel her mental focus coming back to her. There was no way she could allow her anger from yesterday to weaken her. Like before when they had meditated in their first session – she could feel Ren clawing at the outside of her mind. He was trying to work his way into her thoughts and read her, but now she was closed off to him. There was a heavy silence between them as they were trapped in a glaring battle. Rey couldn't see his eyes, but she knew he was frustrated.

"So are you here to finish the job?" Rey said with venom in her voice. Without hesitation, she flashed forth the red marks on her neck that Kylo himself had inflicted. There was a moment where Rey could have sworn Ren flinched. His shoulders and frame had sunk slightly at the sight of the ghostly afflictions, but he straightened himself once again in a flash.

"If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it by now." His voice remained steady and his posture was upright once more. "Are you ready to continue our training?"

Rey paused momentarily and mulled it over. What she wanted in an ideal world was to be away from Kylo Ren, but in reality she wasn't going to be that fortunate. Either she could continue the training or she could be subjected to physical torture – for her it was becoming a very blurry choice.

"I'll continue the training," she mumbled reluctantly.

"Good," he responded promptly. "Follow me."

Against her desires, Rey trailed Kylo as they left her cell. They went down familiar hallways and Rey followed him closely as they passed the training room. Kylo stopped her a few times as Stormtrooper patrols passed; the patrols looked very alert, as if they had been order to look for something. Slowly but surely they made it to the interrogation cell block where Rey thought they would be stopping, but to her surprise they continued passed the room she'd been questioned in.

Nervously, Rey continued trailing Kylo – she wondered where this dark lord was taking her. It wasn't long until they reached more familiar territory. Rey recognized this hallway faintly, if memory served her right they were approaching Ren's personal quarters. But why would Kylo take her here? The question was itching in the back of her mind, but the more she thought about it the more anxious she became.

They abruptly came to a halt directly in front of the entrance to his chambers. Instead of opening his chambers up, the dark lord turned around to face her. Rey felt a small prickling in her stomach as his mask focused on her. Kylo pushed his way passed her, for there was a large metal door across from his room. Intently, Rey watched Ren open the door and what was unveiled to her was shocking.

Rey blinked a few times as she was exposed to a large dining area. The area wasn't very different from the rest of the ship, as the interior walls were a steely metal. But what distinguished the area was the large picture frames containing the most exotic photos. As well, the lighting wasn't a blindingly fluorescent type but rather it carried a cozy warmth. The gargantuan table that looked as if it could seat at least twenty people remained the center piece. It was a metal table with carvings of intricate leaves and vines that flowed from the center toward the edges.

Her eyes fluttered to the two set plates and silverware at opposing ends of the table. Rey was surprised to see the plates piled with mounds of food – it was definitely the most food she had ever seen in her life. In all her attention to detail, Rey had completely missed the two servants standing at attention on either ends of the room.

"You must eat," Kylo's statement brought Rey from her observations. She watched as Ren waved his hand and dismissed the servants.

"Well, you're the one who thought it would be a good idea for me to skip a meal," she retorted.

"I responded rashly. I've reevaluated my decision from yesterday, and it is unfair to starve someone who is rigorously training." Rey could tell she was getting under his skin and irritating him. "But if you don't want the food, I can always get rid of it."

That's when it hit Rey like a starship – this was some form of an apology. The food, this whole breakfast escapade – it was all a ruse, it was part of a bigger plan. Was this part of an attempt at winning back her favor – she wondered. If he felt guilty about what happened yesterday he would never outright say it. She could never imagine Kylo verbally apologizing to her in the first place. Ren was too conceited – he knew himself as a high ranking commander and anything he did warranted no apology. But was this him seeking some form of redemption?

Unexpectedly, Rey was broken from her thoughts – she watched in peril as Ren using the Force to pick up her plate. She knew he was going to throw it or somehow dispose of it. He held it in the air as if he was waiting for an answer.

"I'll eat," Rey replied hastily. She would be lying if she said she wasn't hungry. For the last few hours her stomach had ached unbelievably. The meals of prison food here were disgusting and fairly unappetizing, but Rey always ate it anyways. It was hard to describe the type of hunger she'd always been subjected to. Every moment of her days back on Jakku were consisted of her being hungry or thirsty. It was a gnawing pain that never ceased and her concerns about her next meal were always in the back of her mind.

Ren pulled out the chair closest to him and motioned for her to sit. Timidly, Rey took the chair and quickly the dark lord pushed her toward the table. Kylo set her plate down and trudged to the other side of the table where he took a seat. Her eyes glazed over the odd red meat and the resplendent colored vegetation that was on her plate. Rey was about to starting eating with her hands when she remembered her lesson on using silverware from their last meal together.

A distinct hiss called to Rey's attention and her eyes shot up. Kylo was taking off his helmet to reveal his actual face. She watched a curtain of jet black hair fall perfectly into place on his head. Just for reassurance he ran his gloved hand through his hair, as if to make sure it fall the way he wanted it. Ren's dark, rich eyes settled upon her with an aura of seriousness. It was involuntarily, but Rey could feel her pulse quicken under his intense, leonine gaze. He was such an extreme person it was surprisingly hard to comprehend.

"It doesn't bother you – me removing my mask," he asked. His real voice was very deep and completely organic – she was reminded of how much she liked his real voice, it was soothing to her.

"Not at all," she lied. In all honesty, she was very anxious about seeing his actual features. It reminded her of how physically attractive she secretly found him. It was easy to see him as the enemy when he was masked and didn't have a face to relate too.

"Good," his responsed. "It would be impossible to eat a meal with my helmet on." He tried to make light conversation, and Rey had been on the verge of smirking, but she buried it to keep her expression very steely. She could tell Ren didn't take kindly to her lack of enthusiasm.

There was a heavy silence between them as they ate. In all actuality, Rey didn't particularly want to speak with him right now. She was enjoying the sweet tasting, colorful vegetables – they must be fruit. Fruit was only something the elite could afford on Jakku, and Rey had never seen or tasted fruit before, so she couldn't be certain.

"I heard from one of the officers that you piloted the Millennium Falcon," Kylo said quietly.

Rey looked up at him – Kylo was actually making conversation. Had the end times come, she wondered. She figured he was too self-absorbed in thoughts of slaughtering Jedi to actually make conversation.

"Yes, I did." Rey's statement was clipped – she kept everything short and to the point. She remembered the exact instance he was speaking of, when Finn and her had escaped Jakku.

"Does it fly well?" He asked – his voice remained as phlegmatic as possible.

"It flies wonderfully. I envy Han for owning that ship." Her statement was true. Rey's lifelong dream had been to become a pilot once her family returned, and flying the Falcon had been more than a dream come true. She'd never been taught to fly, but she had learned everything there was to know about ships as a scavenger. Taking apart Star Destroyers was no easy feat, but from that she had learned the basic and complex mechanics of ships and piloting. It had taken Rey a minute to get her bearings when flying the Falcon. Turning unpracticed knowledge into a physical skill takes a few minutes; but she didn't think she could have escaped those Tie Fighters on any other ship. After piloting the Falcon she had very much regretted calling it a piece of garbage.

"My father talked very highly of the Millennium Falcon, as if the ship was an extension of himself. I never got the chance to fly on it." Kylo paused momentarily before he spoke again. "He spent most of my life looking for that ship." There was bitterness in the way he said it – as if he blamed the Falcon for his father's absence.

"Well, he wasn't wrong. The ship handles like a dream," she reiterated in between bites.

"You like flying then?" He asked attentively.

Rey nodded. "I love flying, I spent my whole life studying ships as a scavenger. Mostly to find what parts were the most valuable, but also because the idea of ships and flying fascinated me. I never actually flew one until I got on the Millennium Falcon."

"So you're an excellent pilot who never flew before. Well, most Force users are known to be some of the best pilots," Kylo looked her in the eyes and there was a slight softness in his gaze.

"Do you like flying?" Rey asked curiously.

"I love flying as well. My father taught me, and I've always been highly skilled at it. I even pilot my own personal ship often, even if it's against protocol." He said pejoratively.

"It's against the rules for you to fly your own ship?" Rey inquired. It sounded very silly to her, not being able to fly your own ship.

"We have trained pilots in the First Order that are required to escort superior officers. But I don't often trust my life in someone else's hands."

"That's fair," she replied. "So your father taught you how to pilot ships. That seems like the actions of a good father to me."

Rey couldn't help but look at Kylo, and she saw his gaze was challenging her. "That was one of the the few things he taught me. Other than that he spent a lot of his time searching for the Millennium Falcon." He countered.

"At least you had a father to teach you things." That's when she witnessed Ren stiffened and he backed down – the dark lord's eyes settled on his plate with such uncertainty. She saw him bite on his lip ever so slightly as if he was holding back words. Kylo was also clenching his silverware very tightly, and she was worried he would snap his fork and knife in half. The sight perplexed and unnerved Rey – what was going on with him?

For the first time Rey decided to try an access his mind. She focused on her connection to the Force and slowly she tried to reach in his thoughts. Her heart quickened because she could feel the light in him had grown. How had she missed it before? Had it even been there before, or had she been so wound up in her dislike toward him she'd overlooked it. She relinquished her connection to the Force as she sat there pondering what had caused this growth. Maybe if she talked about his family more he would be reminded of the people who still cared about him, she could maybe draw more light out. Maybe being reminded of the people who still saw him as the light in their life, would bring him closer to seeing the errors of the Dark Side.

There was a steady silence between them, she considered breaking it, momentarily she held her tongue for her own safety – Rey would wait until he talked. Finally after a lengthy silence he spoke. "I'm sorry, about your family." He said it as if the saying the words were physically hurting him as he spoke.

Rey stared at him – she was very surprised that he'd even said an apology. It had been a very pathetic apology, but none the less it had been one. She had believed it impossible before, that he would apologize, but Ren seemed full of surprises today.

"There is nothing I can do about it now. But you still have a family, and you should value that." The fact of the matter remained that Rey was a little jealous that Kylo Ren had a family, and he tossed them aside for the legacy of a dead Sith Lord. "Power won't be able to replace your family."

Kylo looked at her and his eyes were stony. "Power has made me a stronger person. I used to be weak, but the Supreme Leader has guided me to strength. He told me I could become as powerful as Anakin Skywalker if I followed in his footsteps."

"You don't need power to be a strong person." Rey said defiantly. "You need people who will be there for you."

It was hard to ignore, Rey could feel waves of irritation rolling off Kylo Ren. He didn't want to talk about his family any further and she new that. "We don't have time for a philosophical debate. I think this marks the end of our meal. We have training to do." He rose from his seat and picked up his mask.

"No, training can wait. You've spent all this time running away from the truth and you refuse to forgive your father. It's unacceptable. He misses you, and I think we both know that to be true." Her declaration was bold, and Rey even felt like she might have overstepped her bounds.

The Dark Lord looked at her and his eyes were like chips of pure ice. "Who do you think you are? Claiming to understand my relationship with my father. And do you really believe you can boss me around?"

"I'm not bossing you around. This is advice coming from someone who never knew their family. If I could give up my connection to the Force for my family – I would do it in a heartbeat. Power means nothing if you're alone in the world. You felt my loneliness when you interrogated me, and soon you will suffer the same fate. The thing is, you have the power to change your fate." Rey felt as if she had laid her cards on the table for him to see, but he seemed to straight out ignore her. Kylo put his mask back on and headed for the door, but Rey got up from her seat and stepped in front of him.

Rey could feel his annoyance as she blocked his path. "I'm done talking about this, it's time to start your training." He stated.

"You are Ben Solo, that's who you are. You're not this fictitious villain Kylo Ren, that you claim to be. I sense you are a good person, and you have a family that still loves you. You shouldn't throw that away to prove you can be evil. " Rey said desperately, she needed to get through to him. She could feel the conflict rising in him again, and for the second time today she felt the light in him.

"I destroyed Ben the moment I chose to kill my fellow apprentices. He's been dead for years. There's no resurrecting him. If you think you'll be able to turn me back to the Light Side – you're wrong."

Rey felt a surge of hope for Kylo Ren – something she thought would never happen again. This morning she had believed him a lost cause, but something had changed in him since yesterday. And now the light in him was brighter, almost like a weak SOS beacon. She didn't want to give up now, she wouldn't give up, not again. It didn't matter if he'd hurt her – if she could bring him to the light, she could end this war with the First Order.

"I won't give up on you, I promise." That's when Rey grabbed his arm. For a split second she thought he would shake her off, but he didn't. Ren allowed her to hold onto him.

"Ben, I won't give up on you. You are on the wrong side of the Force. We both know it," she was near pleading now.

"Don't call me Ben," he hissed. "And that's the end of this inane conversation. And if you continue this treasonous talk our lesson will be over before it's even begun." Kylo's synthetic voice sounded as if it was seething.

Rey backed down and slowly let go of his arm – she would not allow herself be intimidated again. He would not best her every time, at some point she would get through to him. She knew it.

There was no way to deny it, she had felt the conflict in him, and for the first time in a few days, Rey felt hope growing in her heart. She may have thought him unchangeable earlier – but now she believed Kylo Ren might be savable still.

[A/N]: Hey guys, I hope seeing Rey's feelings made the wait worth it. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this chapter. I really am so blessed to have such wonderful followers like yourself. :) Please, let me know what you thought of this chapter; it was a bit longer and had a little more content, so let me know if you liked the chapters a bit longer. Next chapter will be from Kylo's perspective and it will be interesting because there will be some unexpected trouble afoot. Again, thank you for taking the time to read and support the story! :)