My vision is blurred in the edges with rage. I tear through the corridor, my destination more or less set clear in my mind.

I'm leaving.

Nothing is holding me back now. I can't stand to be near Kylo for another moment- I can't even look at him.

Although I'm not sure of the exact location, I know who I'm looking for. I will be going somewhere that I should have a long time ago.

It's time that I finally, truly join the ranks of the Resistance.

I punch a passcode into the security pad next to my newly issued quarters. As soon as I slip inside, I start to quickly pack a small amount of my crucial belongings that aren't truly my belongings. My security enhanced holo. Rations I'd convinced Freddie to steal for me from the kitchens stashed beneath my bed. A compact blaster I'd influenced a trooper to turn over to me through mind tricks. As I'm digging through my drawers for articles of clothing, I come across the lilac sweater. Making a face, I cross the room and stuff it down the garbage chute.

As I'm twisting my hair into practical braids, scheming on how I could acquire a substantial amount of credits so that I could sustain myself for a short period of time, the door slides open unexpectedly.

I glower at the newcomer through the mirror, but am fully surprised when I don't catch sight of Kylo.

Instead, Perseo stands, alone. He raises his finger over his mask to where his lips would be, to signal that I should keep quiet. Because I'm curious, I do.

He crosses the room, and I don't miss the way he slams the door shut again with the Force.

"Where are you going?" He asks, finally. I turn the question over in my head, entirely convinced that there was no way I could give up the true answer. Although he had been nothing but kind to me in all of our dealings, he was still here, in black cloaks, the hilt of a lightsaber resting at his hip that undoubtedly glowed crimson.

"It would be easier on both of us if you just told me the truth." He presses further, and I get the prickling feeling that he had sensed the doubt conflicting my thoughts. This is no weak force user, I decide. He was trained by someone very intelligent, and very powerful.

"How do I know that you wouldn't betray me?" I argue, thinking of Kylo and that horrid mask. Why would a knight of Ren do anything but disobey his leader?

"You're planning to seek out the Resistance." Perseo discovers, stepping closer. I try to cover the disorientation on my face that threatens to deceive me, but I know he still catches it when his modifier lets out something resembling a bark of laughter.

"Are you gonna kill me, then?" I sigh, angry at myself for how easily I'd been discovered. I'd been trained since I was a little girl to be able to mask my true intentions, and somehow I'd failed myself again.

"Of course not!" He exclaims, surprising me. I turn over my shoulder to scowl at him, confused.

"Then why are you here?" I shake my head incredulously. I reach into my drawer and select a thin black ribbon to hold my braids together.

"I'm here to tell you that we've already found you." I freeze as I'm tying the ribbon, narrowing my gaze on the masked figure before me.

"Who? The Resistance?" I laugh bitterly, slamming my drawer shut. He jumps, startled at the sudden loud noise.

"Who else?" He persists. I cross my arms.

"Why should I believe you?" I shake my head, trying to grasp at his part in all of this. It's almost too impossible to imagine. A Knight of Ren, as a double agent?

Impossible.

He exhales, and I notice his gloved hands are faintly trembling. Slowly, he reaches back, and I hear the familiar hiss and click of the mask loosening its hold. As he pulls it away and reveals his face, my jaw goes slack, and I cover my lips with my hands, my eyes widening.

"Marco?" I whisper. "You're... alive?" My voice sounds inhuman, the words tasting strangely.

Sure enough, a familiar smirk lightens his gaze, and I'm fully aware that I'm staring into the face of one of my fellow padawan friends who I had believed to be dead only moments before. I scramble out of my chair so I can throw my small arms around his slight build, breathing in his suddenly familiar scent.

"You're with the Resistance? Why?" I ask after a pause, peering up at him.

"Well, you know what they say. If you can't beat 'em, join them." He jokes, and I feel his laugh vibrating in his rib cage. I pull away, shaking my head, not bothering to mask my tiny smile.

"I think this is a little more serious than that, Marco." I mumble.

"Don't let anyone hear you call me that." He answers soberly, amusement still dancing in his sienna eyes.

"Okay, Perseo. Tell me why you're here. Really." I press my lips together, heeding his advice.

"The Resistance has a mission for you, but we wanted to be sure that you'd be loyal." He replies, searching my face. I give him a curt nod to urge him to keep going.

"I've been spying on the Order for three years, ever since General Organa made contact with me." I lowly gasp at the mention of Ben's mother, the only woman I had ever seen as a mother myself. "I'm close to Kylo Ren, as I'm one of his knights, but you're closer."

"So you want me to be a spy." I finish, raising my eyebrows. He nods, grinning. "I would have to stay here." I realize aloud.

"Yes." He admits.

I look at the floor. This would mean days, weeks, even months longer in Kylo's company, when I'm not sure that I can even look at him.

I think I can do it- and only because it means I can finally contribute to something bigger than myself. I have purpose.

"Fine." I breathe, meeting his gaze. My friend's grin widens impossibly larger.

"I'll be back soon, with more information then." Marco rubs my shoulder. He turns and leaves the room.

I stand in silence and try to turn what I had just agreed to over in my mind. Before I can come to any conclusions, I hear the door slide open again. I glance up, this time expecting Marco, but I am terribly mistaken.

Kylo Ren shuts the door so that we are alone. I remain silent, scowling at his mask.

He takes a few steps towards me. I remain still.

In a flash, he rips the mask from his face and throws it down on my bed. His curls stick to his temples with sweat, his bandaged gash still glistening. He's breathing heavily, lips parted.

Then his face crumples and he closes the space between us. He lets out a sorrowful moan and buries his head in the crook between my neck and shoulder, strong arms snaking around my waist and holding me close. I don't return the sentiment, remaining frozen, rigid.

I feel my shirt grow damp, and I become aware that he's weeping, silent sobs wracking through his body.

I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding, and I reluctantly place a steady hand between his shoulder blades.

As I'm softly stroking the back of his head, smoothing over his curls, I start to register a traitorous shred of guilt as I recall the conversation I just had here, mere minutes before he arrived.

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