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Sitting up swiftly, Kylo Ren grabbed his head with one arm, the other propping him up in the bed located in his quarters. Sweat beaded down the side of his face, his hair matted to his forehead. His room was pitch black until he waved a tired hand, using the force to illuminate the light above him.

He was having the same recurring dream about her. Rey. The scavenger.

Each night she came to him, begging him to see reason. Begging him, Kylo Ren, to stray away from the dark. Except it wasn't Kylo Ren that she called out for, it was Ben Solo, the weak fool she had bonded with on a most intimate level.

Each night Kylo Ren turned away from her and her pleas, only to watch her perish before him a few precious moments later. Not always the same way, but always the same fate.

And every time, she vanished from before his eyes, her own filled with desolation as she stared up at him, still pleading with him. Always pleading.

It was enough to make weary even the most devout followers of the darkside.

Standing swiftly from the bed, Kylo Ren stretched his body, the aches telling him in spite of his resolve to remain aloof to the scavenger who rejected him, he had been tense and tormented by his dream.

Wasn't the wretch always his torment? Awake or asleep? There was truly no escaping her and her woeful eyes.

Force be with him, he was pitiful when it came to Rey.

When the bond had first formed between them, he had been shocked and annoyed to learn that she came to him unbidden. First she insulted him, tried to shoot him, then she confided in him, made him care about anything, about something.

About her.

And then, when he had betrayed everything he knew to protect her, to provide for her, she threw his desire back at him, rejecting him outright and then blowing up a light saber in his face.

When he had awoken on the ground a short while later, she had fled, abandoning him, just as everyone else did.

This is why he cared only for himself, and even that was a thinly made statement.

Even thinking about her desertion made Kylo Ren's fist clench in anger and his mind fill was a madness he had long ago grown accustomed to. Fueled by Snoke's own wrath, Kylo's temper was a thing that was rightfully feared by everyone except Rey.

It made sense, as he had never actually harmed her, whereas she had maimed him and was always the first to strike out at him when she felt unsure of herself.

Pathetic.

Showering and changing into a fresh set of clothes, Kylo Ren found himself once again focused on her.

It had been over a month since he had last seen her through their force bond. So long in fact that he was beginning to assume the bond had truly been created by Snoke after all. If he hadn't seen her through the force shortly after he killed his master, Ren would have gone on believing Snoke's vile words. It wouldn't have been the first time his master had manipulated him, brainwashed him and abused him on some level.

At the time, Kylo Ren had used that knowledge to wipe out Snoke, knowing that even if the bond had been manufactured, Kylo and Rey's feelings for one another had been real. At least, his feelings had been true. Rey had helped him slay the guards and then fled the scene when he made it clear that her precious Ben Solo was gone. She had left him passed out on the ground amidst the carnage while she stole a ship and made her grand escape.

Honest to force, he had issued the order to blow her out of the sky without even realizing she had been aboard the hunk of junk Han Solo had loved, so blinded by his rage that he would have ended her life without even realizing until it was too late.

Kylo Ren shook his head, remembering in the force vision seeing Rey aboard the Falcon, staring down at him as if he had disappointed her before she closed the ramp, effectively shutting him out in more ways than one. He took a shaky step back, feeling all of those past emotions come roaring to the center of his conscious, both his guilt and remorse and her heartbreak, knowing that he was in fact a monster.

Kylo Ren hadn't heard from her since. Nor had he been able to reach out to her. Not that Kylo Ren had tried. Not really.

Which was fine with him, truly, as he had plenty to do with the First Order in their efforts to snuff out what little was left of the rebel scum.

"And here I thought you could have wiped them all out on Crait, Supreme Leader," came and old and unfortunately familiar voice from behind him.

"I would ignite my lightsaber, but there isn't any point in stabbing a dead Jedi, is there?" Kylo Ren turned to face his uncle, scowling at the force ghost before him. All of his life, he had dreamed of the moment he would be visited by Darth Vader's force ghost. Any force ghost. Of course he would get Luke Skywalker to badger him from the afterlife.

"Why are you here," Kylo asked, which seemed to shock both of them as he had been intent on ignoring his dead uncle and continuing about his business.

"I told you I would be seeing you," Luke replied coyly, to Kylo's frustration.

Signature glare in place, Kylo Ren spit out at his uncle, "Yes and you can go now. Disappear or something. I don't have time to entertain you, nor do I wish to. Seeing you twice in one decade is more than enough to fuel my hatred of you."

Kylo Ren brushed past the ghost of his uncle, wishing more than anything he could run him through and be the one to end him. Almost like his uncle had done to him.

"Never going to let that go, are you?" Luke mused to himself aloud.

"Stay out of my head, old man." Ren shouted, spinning on his heel and coming face to face with the man who helped create the darkside user Kylo had become. Fists clenched, Kylo glared hatefully at his old Jedi Master. So much for ignoring the old bat.

"If your emotions weren't all over the place, perhaps you wouldn't be so easy to read. Anyways, I would love to stay and chat but I am actually here for a purpose." Folding his arms into the sleeves of his robes, Luke stood up straight and cleared his throat before speaking. "You are going down a dangerous path, young Solo."

After a few tense beats of silence, Kylo Ren nearly cracked a smile. If Luke thought he could rile Kylo by calling him by his forsaken birth name, he was mistaken.

"That's it? Get lost, old Skywalker. I have places to be." Kylo Ren was nearly out the door before Luke spoke up from behind him.

"The path is not dangerous for you, but for Rey, as you and she are both different sides of the same coin. One fate awaits you both and only you have the power to choose; life or death?" Spinning around at the ominous words, Kylo Ren growled at the empty room around him.

Of course the ass would deliver a warning and then disappear before anyone could ask a follow up question.

Leaving his quarters, Kylo Ren couldn't help but feel the tingle of dread moving up his spine.