The shift in the energy around Ben came as no surprise to Rey. Her removing her hand had nothing to do with him being unwelcome, or her finding him to be monstrous, as he believed. The touch of his skin had come as an overwhelming surge that Rey could not bring herself to fathom.
Rey shook her head, but backed away, putting some space between them as she attempted to keep her thoughts straight. She was fairly certain that he could sense the confusion, but she managed to meet his eye. “It is simple. It can be simple. You choose to make it not so.” Her voice was a bit edgier as she stood straighter.
“ … why am I still here?” she asked after a moment, exhausted. “What do. you want from me, Ben?”
Kylo could have growled from the frustration and absolute agony that Rey had thrown him in. It was far more than anything he had been through before, and that truly was saying something. Years he had spent under Snoke’s thumb, and yet slaying him did not free Kylo from the bone crushing pressure. When he killed his father, it only pushed him further into the dark, but he clung tighter to the light like a lifeline. No matter what he did, he still felt a lack of control. He wanted to choose, he thought he had, but the pestering voice in his head kept asking more and more questions, only becoming louder when Rey spoke. Then there was the question, why was she there? At first, it was to force her into the dark, to see if she conceded and if so, it that would have made it easier for her to turn her back on the Resistance. It was obvious that his plan didn’t work, so yeah... why was she there? If Rey were anyone else, he would have killed her for disobeying, seeing that there was no reason to waste any more resources on keeping her alive any longer. The thing was, Rey wasn’t just anyone else, and thus, he didn’t have a sane answer.
He felt himself breaking, the seams he had constantly tried to stitch together finally coming undone. He couldn’t meet her gaze.













