A/N Guess who's back? Back again? :D [I'll love it if someone can finish this line for me]

Nope..?

...No one?

Okay... T_T

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He looked so young when he slept, she observed, and it was hard for her to believe that he was the same man she had fought in the forest, as well as the same man that had killed his own father. The latter thought made her shudder as she stared down at his unguarded face, and felt a strange sort of energy pass through them.

Still, there was something almost...innocent about him, dare she say. Something truly vulnerable.

She watched in silence as he began to toss from one side, and then to the other.

"No, no, no..." he muttered to himself in his sleep, a sorrowful undertone in his voice.

Creeping ever closer to him out of concern, she sat on the edge of his bed, and placed a gentle hand upon his shoulder. She hoped that the contact would wake him, but found no such luck. So she put both her hands upon him now, and shook, ever so carefully, as he continued to toss and turn.

"Father..." he spoke sorrowfully, his brows furrowed and his face creasing in pain. Rey knew at once what was happening, and wrapped her arms around him out of instinct, unmistakably feeling the heat and sweat emitting from his shaking body.

He was no longer sleeping peacefully as she had first witnessed, but was suffering an awful nightmare. One where he re-lived the reluctant killing of his father, over and over again, for the sake of earning his Master's respect.

She saw it clearly through his eyes, almost as if the experience had been her own, and felt the pain in which he'd garnered for following through with the detestable act like they shared one mind. The emotions he had swirled out of him and into her, and she immediately became overwhelmed with despair.

He had regretted killing his father, she now knew. No matter how much he tried to justify and deny it. And the depth of his pain for doing so ran so deep, that even she felt suffocated by it.

Her arms were wrapped around him more tightly now. But she couldn't tell if it were meant to be comfort for him or herself. His feelings were so powerful and easily transmitted into her head that she nearly believed that they were feelings of her own.

She'd never connected with him on a level so intense before, and this new anomaly was beginning to take its toll on both of them.

Then, all of the sudden and without a moments notice, he bolted upright in his bed, and screamed.

"NO!"

His hands reached for the first thing he could grab - which consequently happened to be Rey - and he pulled her body closer to his person, his arms encircling her as thoughtlessly as if she were one of his pillows.

After his quick outburst, he came to. Gasping and sputtering inaudible words to himself.

Rey shook slightly against him, but refused to let his trembling figure go.

She'd experienced horrific visions like this before, when she'd first touched Luke's lightsaber. But nothing had been as strong and intense as the images she'd seen when she held onto him.

They were both quiet for a while. The sounds of him and her both trying to catch their breath the only noise to be heard. But once they had succeeded, there was nothing but silence.

She sat there, frozen. Unsure of what to do, or whether to move. And decided to wait for him to tell her.