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5

Revival

"I didn't leave that girl for mercy. You've ruined what we needed. I dropped her when I saw you outside the ship. Once again, you got in the way. The second it shot through you, it possessed me the same. I had but one choice," he slammed his fist against the panel, activating the cell door. "When you're near my influence, what you feel lessens and I alone receive the consequence." Avadrie stood far from him, entering the cell close to the far wall. "You're to remain here until I decide otherwise."

With a final threat, he left the cell.

Cold metal surrounded her. Another familiar chill swept over the room. His mother was imprisoned like her. By his grandfather, Anakin Skywalker, Lea was alone in a cell so close to one such as this. Memories clouded Avadrie's vision.

His memories have become hers. His family's memories were known through their stories. The pain, love and heartbreak. All of it has only intensified.

This has gone on long enough.

Avadrie decided for him. From within the deepest chamber of her mind, she summoned what she's kept hidden. The blackened force crept through her blood. Thrashing for release, begging in temptation, she let it rise. From the void, the cell door burst open. Flame collected over the archway, it swept over her as she passed through. Just short of the hallway, she spotted his retreating form. The blast surprised him but he soon recovered as she led him into a chase.

Corridor after corridor, she raced down. Even with the speed, he easily gained on her. It was anticipated. She let him crash into her, sending them into a vacant room. As they faltered, she pushed him more. With her knuckles bleeding white, she sent all she had through him.

"End this!" Her voice found its strength one last time.

Inside his mask, she used enough power to suck out the air. Consumed by suffocation, he threw it off and slammed into her. They met the floor beside it. His forearm pressed into her neck.

Staring with regret and denial, it was unheralded. He pressed no further, merely leaned closer and kept her beneath him. Again, she saw herself in his dark eyes. He moved back suddenly, nearly jerking as though he saw something as well. Without reason or mind, she reached for his face and knew the answer. "You never intended to kill me," this, all she's endured, was always meant to happen. She had to refuse command of the First Order, he had to become Kylo Ren, they were to fight here, together. Snoke knew how it would end. No matter how long she hid, how hard she fought, she was always meant to be here.

He sat upright, their legs still touching. Despite his calm demeanor, she caught sight of his own hand shaking. They stared, he spoke. "You're to rule alongside me. I'm to take the last light from you and crush it. Your punishment has never finished with your death. You are to become what you were meant to, with me," he watched her as she saw the truth in him. "And you will. Let it, I need you for what I must become. I know what you feel. I rejected it until I let myself have you. I know now there's nothing to be done but accept us. You'll fight it, you'll deny us, it won't last," where her hand fell, his now followed. "Don't let this fight keep us from mastering our claim. Let your revival awaken."

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