I Know Who I Am Now

Under the mask

"Sir, we have yet to locate the resistance". Kylo Ren turned to face the officer who shrunk back, his head hung, "Well you had better keep looking and I hope for your sake you find something soon" he spat. The officer nodded and hurried away. Kylo leant on the panel in front of him, his hair falling over his face. So much had happened and he hadn't even had time to digest it.

Last night he had lain awake despite his immeasurable tiredness. Every time he had closed his eyes he had thought of her. Of Rey. In the end he had become so incensed by it that he had risen from his bed and gone to sit in front of his grandfathers helmet, his head in his hands, just staring at it. He had heard stories from his parents and his uncle about Vader. He wished that he knew which he should believe. Finally he had felt his eyes becoming heavy so had made his way back to the bed, only to be woken again a moment later by a whispered voice, "Padame, I loved her".

When he had woken the next morning he had lain on his back, an arm behind his head, thinking about what he'd heard.  Had it been real? He knew the name Padame, knew who it was and so he had sat before his grandfathers mask willing the voice to speak to him again but had received nothing.

An approaching officer broke Kylos trance and he looked up quickly pushing his thoughts away, his face stern.  "Supreme Leader, your helmet is ready".