Rey squeezes her eyes shut to keep from falling apart any more thoroughly, and her hand comes up to grip Kylo's where it rests on her shoulder, as though perhaps he could pull her back from the horrible places her mind keeps trying to linger.

It's Vader's question, though, that derails her train of thought enough to make an actual dent in her misery. She opens her eyes again and regards him for a moment before answering.

"She's more like you than she'd prefer to admit, I think. You haven't seen her angry."

There's a trace of humor in it, despite everything.

"I've been having dreams. Of the Sith planet, of the throne he has there. And of myself on it."

With Kylo, she doesn't say aloud, though her gaze flicks back over to him almost unwillingly.