he feels weightless – like he doesn’t have a body, or maybe this is what it means to leave it all behind, to not be weighed down by a past, a history, a story. he loses track of time but he knows he’s not aging. some part of him knows he’s DEAD but he doesn’t feel it. he just feels empty.

so he’s not entirely sure how he’s supposed to feel when his son appears. instinctively, he smiles. he smiles because it’s his boy, his ben and he’s young again. he steps forward to greet him, but some part of him remains SKEPTICAL. if this is death, then —

❝ ben? ❞  the word comes out strangled and he’s struggling to keep his composure.

                                    he’d rather believe this is a second chance.

“Don’t ask questions,” she hissed to R2 as she drug Kylo Ren’s prone form up the ramp. “Start the preflight while I deal with him.” He was heavy and completely prone as she pulled him into the small medical bed and strapped him in, hoping he would be docile when he woke up because the straps were intended to prevent the patient from falling mid-flight, not to prevent a murderous rampage. She stashed his lightsaber where he hopefully wouldn’t look and then hurried to the cockpit to assist her curious droid in the take off. 

Once in lightspeed she returned to Kylo Ren’s side, running a medical scanner over his prone form and frowning at the diagnosis. “Head trauma,” she muttered, fumbling through the disorganized drawers for the medication suggested by the scanner. 

         THIS ;                The moment of truth. 

Rey’s decision to stay with the Resistance had not been made lightly, and while she was reluctant to admit it, she couldn’t help but feel the concern at the idea that her presence within the resistance might only be used as a hindrance against them. Kylo Ren had been inside her head, had had an influence far greater than she cared to admit, and thus had ways of manipulating her in such ways that would be used against their forces.          With his whereabouts known, Rey had been asked to assist them in the          retrieval of the former Sith, for he had surrendered himself to them and          requested they accept him. With her sensitivity to the Force, it only made          sense that she go in order to counter any tricks he may try to put into          action. 

Upon seeing him, she could feel the tightness within her chest, and her inability to even LOOK at him pained her. With her gaze cast towards the floor, Rey finds her voice.

                  ❝ Remove any weapons you may have, and walk over here,                                  SLOWLY , with your hands out. ❞