Rey gathers her breath and begins to slowly move as Kylo emerged from his TIE Whisper. The dull pattering of storm troopers flooding into the hangar is almost instantly muted by Kylo's heavy boots. No doubt assisted by his weighted legs, they thud and echo with each step while they commence a slow circling of one another. Her mind's eye works toward aligning herself with the opening to the outside as Rey senses Finn and Poe's relief of finding an exit strategy.

She stops moving, her back to the outside world as Kylo takes a final step to square himself with her. His mask reveals nothing but she knows her and Kylo are locked, eye to eye. The burning need for information overcomes her desire to bite her tongue. To not be the first to speak. She didn't want this information, isn't that what she had said just 10 minutes ago as they'd fought and made a mess in his chamber? It came anyway.

"Why did the emperor come for me?" Rey questions. "Why did he want to kill a child? Tell me."

"Because he saw what you would become." Kylo responds without hesitation as he takes a few small steps toward her.

"You don't just have power." He halts and pauses before continuing, "You have his power. You're his granddaughter." He nods as he provides the information, like he's willing her to know the truth.

Her chest instantly tightens as her breath hitches in her throat.

"You." Kylo finishes, "Are a Palpatine."

Images she's seen thousands of times flood her mind along with the newly uprooted information Kylo had forced upon her in the chamber. Her parents leaving her to protect her from The Emperor. The Emperor. Her Grandfather. She takes a step back, barely conscious of the effort to keep herself on her feet.

Her feet continue to move in opposition of Kylo, who has begun to move towards her, slowly, while speaking at what felt like barely above a whisper through his mask, "My mother was the daughter of Vader. Your father was the son of the emperor."

The thoughts continued to smash around in her head as she registered what Kylo was saying, piecing together the bits she's always known with the newly acquired ones. Discovering the meaning of his words.

Her Grandfather had killed her father.

And her mother.

She'd spent the majority of her life alone on Jakku with the hope and faith that her family would return for her. But they never would. Her family would never have returned because her family had killed them.

A hint of hatred flickered against her heart; her soul attempting to stave off a slow ache of rage that threatened to overtake it. The semi-familiar sensation that had been glinting in and out of her life recently. The one she hid, because no one would understand. She was a Jedi, to be bathed in the light, never to be dabbling in the shadows.

"What Palpatine doesn't know, is we're a dyad in the force, Rey," Kylo continued—"two, that are one."

The wind whistling at her back calls her attention to the edge of the hangar that she's reached, the cold air attempting to wash away her rising anger. Calm her, cool her.

A dyad—she'd remembered seeing that somewhere within her stolen Jedi texts. Her limited deciphering had prevented her from understanding what it was, but he had put it simply. Two, that are one. What could never be described but only equated to a small sense of relief touched her. The things she'd felt in her connection with the man across from her. More things she'd kept hidden. They were possibly explained with this. The force had already linked her with him, it didn't matter if she'd consented or not.

"We'll kill him...together. And take the throne."

A creeping sensation at the back of her skull began. Her vision of the Sith throne being recalled as Kylo removed his mask.

A monstrous chair made of stone, outlined in spiked, jagged appendages. On it had sat Kylo, masked and towering, looking rightfully in place. And on his lap a hooded figure, cloaked in only black. Kylo had removed his mask with ease and reached an ungloved hand to the hooded figure, grasping the back of what she'd assumed had been a neck and pulling it in, half his face disappearing into the hood. The figure immediately had raked human fingers into his hair, pulling him deeper. Within a moment of struggling for dominance the hood had fallen away allowing Rey an undeniable view of Kylo and a darker version herself locked to each other at the mouth. As Kylo's mouth broke away and moved to her neck, the vision Rey had tossed her head back and grinned while moaning before turning Rey's direction—leaving the woman's identity irrefutable before the vision snapped closed.

Her lips had burned for hours after the vision had ended.

Conflict within her was exploding as Kylo said his next words, "You know what you need to do." Her eyes flicked to his mouth as he finished before following the scar she'd given him to lock back onto his eyes.

"You know."

As Kylo extended his hand, she could feel him probe at her mind. No doubt attempting to mentally assess her actions before he could be surprised again like the last time he had offered. Her mental walls remained unwavering, even though inside was pure chaos.

Suddenly she felt like she was back on Ahch-To, sitting atop a boulder with Master Skywalker urging her to understand The Force. She felt that same pull as when she'd first seen the dark hole in the ground, hidden on the island in her mind. That irresistible lurch to find its offerings.

You can't hide, Rey. Not from me.

She wouldn't need to if she took his hand, she knew that. He was offering her the opportunity to selfishly explore that cave and right the wrongs that had been done to her by her own lineage. Destroying Palpatine would ease the ache, avenge her parents who'd lost their child and then their lives. How would she be able to do such a thing if she returned to The Resistance. Her interactions with Finn and others in her life had only been adding to the distance she felt with them recently. I'm beginning to think no one truly knows me she'd whispered to herself of late. She was human and felt emotions just like everyone else, including grief and rage, but she was made to feel as if she had to be above it.

But not with Kylo. Deep in her brain, hidden far from where anyone's clutches would ever reach, a plan hatched.

Let the past die, kill it if you have to.

"I do." She whispered, and reached out her hand as she slowly stepped forward to him.

Kylo hid the desperation he once again felt deep within himself as he extended his hand, there would be no "please" at the end of this offer. He hadn't felt Rey attempting to read him as he'd explained the final pieces to her puzzle but he would not allow an opportunity for weakness to expose itself.

He needed this.

She needed this.

He'd seen the vision of him on the throne and the maddening feeling of her next to him had been indescribable.

I don't want to have to kill you.

He'd meant it. The Final Order would be his, and ideally without Palpatine behind him attempting to pull the strings. He could accomplish this with Rey on his side, the complete dyad with a force not seen for generations would be unsurmountable for the decrepit Emperor. They could do it together, and not just for the power they'd gain but what they'd find with one another as well. It made it all the more important to him to have her on his side—the dark side—when he destroyed Palpatine.

He couldn't enter her mind but watched the conflict cross her face, and then a hardened resolve covered it up.

"I do." She whispered darkly, and his skin rippled with the beginnings of a shiver which immediately died as her hand rose and she started to him.