The Fallen Knight

Weakness - Kylo

He had been getting ready for bed when the kriffen Force decided that it was the perfect time to send her flying across the galaxy to him, to bridge their minds again. She was sitting at the edge of his bed, tinkering with something in her lap. He had to concentrate to see what it was, and he realized it was a part of that blasted ship.

His father's ship.

He still couldn't believe that she of all people had it.

Not only did she have his ship but the love of his mother, the acceptance of his father and the remaining pieces of his grandfather's saber as well. She quite literally possessed everything that was his. Even his heart was not safe.

That stupid scavenger had her grip around his heart and that, was what angered him the most. That he could not rid himself of the longing he felt for her. The Galaxy was unending and yet the one person in it who made him feel anything was the one person he could never have.

He hadn't let those undesired needs stop him from being so rude, from angrily taking out his frustrations on her. Now he stood in his training room trying to process the stupidity that had come tumbling out of his mouth. Mentioning her parents was forbidden, it was a good way to receive another scar.

She had been so close, had the Force allowed it, he could have easily ignited his saber through her, ended her on the spot. But, he also could have leaned forward, felt her lips against his own. He had certainly thought about the second idea more than he cared to admit, more than he thought of killing her. If he ended her pathetic life though, he could have finally removed the stinging pain she had become in the back of his mind, a reminder of his failures.

He had searched high and low for a way to destroy this bond, and so far, the only answer was death. This was a soul bond, it was only shared by those who's destinies were intertwined, those who were equal.

The thought of that dessert rat being his equal brought on an entirely new wave of resentment. She was nothing, certainly not his equal. He was descended from a powerful line of Force users, but her, she came from nowhere. She had no one, was no one. He had to break this ridiculous bond before he went mad.

One of them had to die for it to break, but it came at a great cost, the one who remained alive would loose part of their soul.

In all the years that people had known of The Force, there was only one other soul bond created by the force itself and they did not have a happy ending.  Kylo wasn't even sure the story of Revan and Bastila was true, but in his search for answers all he found was them. The Jedi and the Sith who defied all odds and for a short time, were able to be together.

Kylo thought of Rey, as angry as it made him, he knew some part of him wanted to be with her, to surrender to her the way Revan had to Bastila. But no Kylo would never allow Rey to have that power over him. He would rather kill her.

Kylo knew his soul was already split, losing more of it would be nothing. He had already lost a part of himself the minute Han Solo fell from that Force forsaken bridge on the Starkiller Base, losing more of himself would only fuel his dark power, or he hoped as much. The minute he drove his blade through the man he had once called father he was no longer redeemable, and for a split second he did feel more powerful. Then he saw her face, heard her scream and all he felt was sheer agony and guilt.

Snoke, that bastard, made him do it, forced him to destroy the man he thought was holding his apprentice back.

Snoke was wrong, so ridiculously wrong.

It was that girl, that scavenger who was responsible for the unmistakable pull to the light. A light he wanted more than anything to fall into, but no, he was a monster. He deserved nothing less than the constant regret that flowed through him. If only he could rid himself of her, of her constant appearances, those eyes that bought his walls to pieces every time they met his. Those eyes with galaxies painted across them.