Join Me... Please ~ Reylo

2

It had been three weeks since Rey woke up in her prison, and she had been forming as many escape plans as she could. She hadn't seen Kylo since their previous encounter. She was glad; he was a distraction. She needed to escape, and return to the resistance. Tell them all she knew. 

But what did she know? She knew she was trapped in a dark room, that only had 2-3 hours of light a day. She knew that Kylo was here. She guessed that the place was flooded with storm troopers, based on the 4 guards that had been placed to supervise her. 4 guards for one prisoner? That means they must have men to spare. Apart from that, she knew nothing. Nothing but feelings that came and go like waves. Anger, disappointment, regret and often great sadness. They struck her in her chest every now and then- confusing her. She knew they weren't her own. But she didn't have time to focus on that. She had 4 elements to her plan that needed to be figured out.

1. She needed to get out of the room. Possibly tricking the guards could work in her favour, but it would be difficult. 

2. She needed to find Luke's lightsaber. It would be difficult, but necessary. 

3. Talk to Kylo. As much as it disgusted her, she knew it would be useful. If she failed to trick the guards, being civil with him could help. She knew he wasn't a complete monster. There was conflict inside him, she could feel it whenever he came close to her. She could see it burning in his eyes. 

4. Find out as much as possible about the First Order. Talking to Kylo could help there.

It would be awful, no doubt. The whole situation is awful. She was told she was taken there to train and yet, here she was. Still tied up.

As if on cue, Kylo stormed into the room, his face hidden by his mask. He stood for a moment, silent.

"You've proven yourself as being loyal. Or at least, smart. Three weeks and no attempts to escape. I have to admit, I'm impressed," he said, snarky.

"What do you want?" she asked, making an effort to be more gentle than their last encounter.

Quiet. Almost painful. She felt sorrow wash over her from a foreign source. He said nothing, and used the force to pull the table she was tied upright too, to follow him at his side, but slightly behind him so he didn't have to see her.

It was strange for him. For the past four days, she had been flooding his mind. His hate for her had almost consumed him. 

They turned the corner and the doors closed behind a room with red walls. She hovered for a while as he prepared himself.

"What do you want, Ben?"

"That's not me anymore,"

"Sorry... Kylo," the name was better fit to him. He wasn't Ben anymore. Not completely.

He pulled his mask off and ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath in. 

"Your training starts today," he said, looking into her eyes, so she could see how serious he was. So she knew not to test him.

She looked back and saw the conflict. Saw the darkness battling the light- and winning. He had nice eyes. Subtle yet divine. She hadn't paid any attention to his looks before, and she was just noticing that he was unfortunately quite handsome. His features were rough, but his eyes were soft. His hair fell loose over his face, in it's apparently random curly fashion. He let his eyes fall away from her, and waved his hand, releasing the straps. She fell to the floor, in a heap. She looked up at him, shocked, but he refused to face her. The man walked to the centre of the room and sat with his knees crossed on the floor. His back was straight and his shoulders were dropped. 

"My Uncle taught you well... but he didn't teach you everything," he said, as she sat in front of him, "What am I thinking?"

"I don't know," she said, uncertain.

"I know that you're doubting Skywalker. I know you feel betrayed. He kept information from you. Kept abilities from you. Prevented you from unlocking your full potential,"

"Stop," she said, glaring at him, "get out of my head."

"Make me," he said, "the first steps to learning how to attack are how to defend. If you can't keep others out, then you can't work your way into someone else," he said, softer than before, "give me your hand," he said. She didn't dare move, "If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't do it here, and I wouldn't do it like this. My superior has given me strict orders regarding your treatment," he held his hand out, "Now please," he said, clearly getting frustrated. She didn't respond in any form, frozen still with her eyes locked on his face. He sighed, loud and took her wrist, pulling it so her hand was over his forehead, "Close your eyes. Let the force guide you," 

She did as she was told, and took slow, deep breaths. After a few minutes he released her wrist and she opened her eyes, looking at him with the same stunned expression as before. He sighed, and stood up. He turned away from her in anger and tugged on his hair, frustrated with himself.

"You're afraid," she said, gently, and he stopped in his tracks, "You feel like a failure. You're scared to let your grandfather's legacy be shamed. To end," he turned and looked at her, shocked, "You feel great pain. But... most of all, you miss your mother. You worry for her," Their eyes were linked, and he took a deep breath, trying to suppress the tears that threatened to show upon the mention of his mother, "She forgives you," she said.

"What?" he whispered, a tear escaping. He looked into her eyes, begging for explanation.

"She forgives you," she stood, slowly walking closer to him, "you think she thinks you're a monster... she doesn't. She thinks you're misguided. She knows there's conflict in you," she connected their eyes, "She can save you Ben," she said, putting her hand on his arm as a tear fell down his cheek.

"Nobody can save me," he said quietly, brushing the tears from his face and throwing her a green lightsaber. He took his own from his belt and ignited it into a blaze of red, resuming her training.