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She wants to kill him. She can’t deny this. Her muscles ache and her throat feels raw. She feels the thrum of her weapon in her hands. She wants to throw it far from her, but it isn’t hers to throw.
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He lies in the snow, chest heaving. He wants her to kill him. He wants to feel his chest burn and his lungs die. He coughs and his ears ring. Black fringes his vision. He sees the blue light retract and he collapses onto his back, gasping. He sees her small frame in front of him, wavering as if she’s in the heat of the desert. He closes his eyes. Failure.
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She kneels beside him, fearing to touch him. She throws his lightsaber away from him and she’s afraid it will burn her even though she knows it won’t. She hears the moaning of the earth as it rips apart at its frozen seams. Rey bites her lip and tries to heave him up. She won’t leave him; she is not a murderer that way. He’s so heavy that her knees quiver so she uses the Force, carries him over one shoulder and then, when she comes to him, clasps Finn to her other. The earth continues to shudder and she pushes herself forward, feeling sweat bead at her temples and drip down her face. The Millennium Falcon is in sight and she goes on. Though it’s freezing, she doesn’t think she’s ever been this hot before, not even on Jakku.
Chewie rushes out and grabs Finn. The earth yawns just behind Rey and she loses her footing, but Chewie grabs her shoulder and all but throws her and the weight on her shoulder on board.
She lays out on her back on the cold metal floors, gulping air, feeling her guts twist when they reach lightspeed. Kylo Ren lies still, only a few feet from her, his robes still smoking.
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When he wakes, he can’t feel his face. Paranoia drills itself into his temples and his thoughts scatter. He can’t move and his side burns like nothing he has felt in a long time. He tries to use the Force to break his bonds, but his body is too weak. Or his mind. Or both.
His breathing becomes erratic. He’s been captured. Maybe he’s dead.