STAR WARS IMAGINES

kylo ren | darkness rises

if there is one thing that bothers me in the sequel trilogy, it's how rushed kylo's redemption feels at the end of tros. and so out of that annoyance this was born and idk what it is but i like it; 2.4k words

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Your headstrong, brave, overprotective little sister. You couldn't control her. She had always been this way, leaping head first into danger, teeth gritted, lightsaber swinging, fury overpowering every other emotion. That was what allowed her to tip towards the dark side. That was what horrified her. But it was how she was, and there was no way of stopping her.

"___, you cannot go after her!" Poe had to shout over the loud rush of waves. The sea was angry, swallowing up everything it could touch, washing over the ruins of the Death Star, putting a barrier between you, your little sister, and Kylo Ren. "You'll die if you try."

"She will die if I don't try, Poe," you said. When he grabbed your arm, you turned and looked at his pained eyes. Finn had just told him that he wasn't at all like Leia and it had hurt him deeply. "I understand you want to protect us. I get it. You're a good leader, Poe, and I wish I could listen to you---"

"Funny, since you've never listened to me before," he muttered.

You smiled and squeezed his hand before pulling away. "But that's my little sister."

He could only watch as you ran down the slope of high grass that led to the beach. The waves washed against your ankles and you dove straight in, thinking of your little sister to distract you from your fear.

Rey was always the most daring. She was the scavenger, risking her life day after day on broken down ships and fragments of space stations while you stayed behind and tried to make a home out of what little you had. You stayed on Jakku mostly for her. She longed to see the parents you could barely remember. You tried to tell her the few stories you had of them, but their faces were blurred.

Her eagerness to know where she came from consumed her. Even after she had found a place in the Resistance, she still didn't feel at home. She longed to find something --- someone --- to tell her her place.

Like a good big sister, you tried to remain patient with her. Holding both her hands in yours, you said to her gently, "Rey, your place is with us. There is no one else."

"We had parents," she whispered. "A family. I just want that again."

"I thought you had that now. Finn, Poe, Chewie, Leia. Me."

Without a smile on her face, she shook her head. "You don't understand. You couldn't possibly. You remember them in a way that I cannot."

You pulled your hands away. "How could you say that I don't understand?"

Without a word, she picked up her lightsaber and walked off. You stood up slowly, watching her disappear in the trees of the forest, wishing that she could only see what you saw. In this place was hope. In Leia's eyes was the mother she'd been searching for. Poe was the friend she'd always longed to have on the lonely nights on Jakku. And in Finn was everything she could have ever asked for in a partner. Someone who could understand her and her fear of never belonging.

How could she not see all of these wonderful things before her?

But how could you? You, the girl who couldn't call herself a scavenger or a Jedi. The girl who was nothing at all.

Rey, filled with so much good and virtue, was the one that was tempted by the dark side time and time again. You could only blame the triad between you, her, and Kylo Ren. You had interrupted the link between Rey and Kylo, blocking his influence on her --- and therefore feeling the full pull on both sides. Dark and light, rising together to meet at you as a central point.