Here’s where I’m at with the Kylo/Rey throne room scene thus far.
He advanced on Rey, his grandfather’s lightsaber hilt held loosely in one hand. There was clearly no threat in his approach. Somehow, suddenly, that scared her even more.
“Do you want to know the truth about your parents?” he asked. “Or have you always known and you have just hidden it away - hidden it from yourself? You know the truth. Say it.”
Rey tried to find the strength to deny him, to shove him away. But he was right. She did know the truth - and it was the same as her greatest fear, the one that had influenced her actions for so long. A truth she could no longer find refuge from.
“They were nobodies,” she admitted.
“I saw the rest,” Kylo said. “They were filthy junk traders who sold you off for drinking money. You meant nothing to them.”
Tears filled Rey’s eyes. She fought to keep her emotions contained, fearing that if she released them for even a moment they would overwhelm her and sweep her away into a dark abyss.
“Your greatest fear is that you will be abandoned by those closest to you for not being good enough. As is mine.”
Kylo was a pace away now, his eyes locked on hers.
“The truth is, that’s exactly what you deserve,” he said. “You have no place in this story. You come from nothing. You are nothing.”
And then his eyes softened.
“But not to me,” he said gently. “To me you’re everything. Only together can we find the belonging we seek.”
His breathing was heavy and deep as he extended his black-gloved hand to her. He gripped the lightsaber in his other hand tightly.
“Join me. Please.”