[ Even in sleep, Rey finds no peace. The memories come as they always do, taunting and nightmarish, spurring her into waking from her murmuring and twitching with a start. A gasping inhale follows as she moves to launch herself upward, yanking in confusion when her limbs fail to push her from the mattress. Tug, tug, tugging as her heart pounds wildly in her chest, seized by the rush of panic.
Another bad dream in which Kylo Ren had found her once again, she tells herself, but blinking the sleep from her eyes sharpens her vision. This isn't her haven, her cave; her breathing picks up, a loud echo in the room around them, like a beast that has just noticed its leg in a trap.
The footboard rattles as she thrashes, trying to jerk away from his voice without fully comprehending what he's telling her. It jars her shoulder, popping in her socket, from the amount of wrenching she has done — but Rey continues through her muffled, strangled cry of pain. Furious tears burn at the corners of her eyes, no matter how she tries to beat them back. ]
Do you expect me to feel sorry for you?
[ Hissing like a wild thing, Rey shoots her leg outward in an attempt to kick him. Staying so near to her had been his own mistake. She'll take her blows where she can get them, even if it all feels so hollow in the aftermath. ]
I don't care what you want. You did this!
[ To himself. To her. To the Resistance. He won't even allow her the respect of letting her end it once and for all. In the end, this was the path he had chosen, doubling down when she had begged him to join her in the light. She has no pity to spare him. Whatever she had felt for Ben Solo, she has convinced herself he had killed that, too. ]
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Another bad dream in which Kylo Ren had found her once again, she tells herself, but blinking the sleep from her eyes sharpens her vision. This isn't her haven, her cave; her breathing picks up, a loud echo in the room around them, like a beast that has just noticed its leg in a trap.
The footboard rattles as she thrashes, trying to jerk away from his voice without fully comprehending what he's telling her. It jars her shoulder, popping in her socket, from the amount of wrenching she has done — but Rey continues through her muffled, strangled cry of pain. Furious tears burn at the corners of her eyes, no matter how she tries to beat them back. ]
Do you expect me to feel sorry for you?
[ Hissing like a wild thing, Rey shoots her leg outward in an attempt to kick him. Staying so near to her had been his own mistake. She'll take her blows where she can get them, even if it all feels so hollow in the aftermath. ]
I don't care what you want. You did this!
[ To himself. To her. To the Resistance. He won't even allow her the respect of letting her end it once and for all. In the end, this was the path he had chosen, doubling down when she had begged him to join her in the light. She has no pity to spare him. Whatever she had felt for Ben Solo, she has convinced herself he had killed that, too. ]