[ Rey did not like one bit that she was being brought, bound and alone, off to the side of this camp with Ren. That creek was deep enough to drown her in. Or to start drowning her, and—

She pushed those thoughts away, calling on an image of rolling desert hills in the back of her mind to put herself at peace. If he was going to torture her, she wasn't going to stop him by worrying about it. She'd only work herself up. ]

Kylo Ren.

[ She spat the name like an accusation — and in Westeros, it was. ]

You stripped yourself of the name of your house and took a new one when you became Lord Commander. Everyone knows who you are. [ A long pause. She didn't look at him. If she looked at him, she'd feel that bone-deep fear that came with seeing those soulless, impassive eyes. ] M'lord.

[ Because truly, probing at his bad reputation wasn't going to help her any, so she could at least offer him the courtesy of common manners. For as far as that would go. ]

What are you planning to do with me? [ Planning to, she said. Not going to. He wouldn't succeed, if there were any gods at all. ]