When Light Meets Dark - Kylo's Sister

Room 513

"I wonder if being sane means disregarding the chaos that is life, pretending only an infinitesimal segment of it is reality."

~Rabih Alameddine, Kooladis: The Art of War

Kylo

"Absolutely not," Rey said, leading me out of the elevator doors. She kept acting like she wanted to storm off, but then she would stop when she remembered that I couldn't keep up with her.

"I don't think you've given this any thought," I said, hopping forward.

"I don't need to, because I already know that it's not a good idea."

"Rey--" 

"Please can we not argue about this," she said with a wave of her hand as we approached a set of double doors.

"Well it's going to be a difficult subject to avoid," I muttered.

We entered a large square room in which racks of black uniforms ran from wall to wall. The smooth grey floor was interspersed with shadows cast by the uniforms and a crescent-shaped desk sat at the very centre. Over the desk, a furry creature wearing glasses was hunched. He didn't seem to notice us. Rey marched over the table.

"Sim," she called, and the creature's head shot up.

"Ah, Rey, yes," he adjusted his glasses, "I finally have those uniforms you requested."

"Thanks Sim," she said weakly. Then his small sunken eyes fixed on me.

"And who is this?" he asked.

"This is Kylo Ren," she said. "I've come to get uniforms for him as well." She sounded much less enthusiastic than when she had introduced me to the girl earlier.

Sim looked me up and down slowly, nodded, and then shuffled over to the racks in the corner where his furry head disappeared. Rey turned almost at once.

"You just got here," she said pointing an accusing hand at me. "You can't, you can't just leave  again."

"You're making it sound as if I'm abandoning you, but I'm doing this for you."

"For me?" Rey scoffed and then leant back against the empty desk. 

"Yes, for you." I insisted. "Don't you want that boy returned to his sister?"

"Of course I do," she replied, creasing her face almost angrily. I must've touched a nerve. "But I don't want you to die just so that he is."

"I'm not going to die," I said through gritted teeth.

"How do you know that?" she hissed back. "Just look at you."

My ankle ached at that moment but I hardly noticed it as was too busy glaring at her. 

"I can manage myself fine. Being in crutches doesn't make me as helpless as you think."

"I didn't say you were helpless--"

Sim reappeared at that moment, his arms laden with black fabric. He looked from Rey to me and then said cautiously, "Here you are."

Rey collected the folded uniforms and nodded at Sim with a forced smile. She avoided making eye contact with me as we left the room.

"Where are we going now?" I asked, as I caught up with her. My left ankle was still throbbing.

"Commissary," she answered flatly. "Then I'll go and check your room assignment."