Rey's fingers stroked Ben's hair – Ben, not Kylo, not now and never again – as he wept into her lap. She had fought Kylo with her cunning and her skill, but she had saved Ben with love. The love she felt for him, the reminder of his parents' love which he'd once turned away from, the love he'd longed for but thought himself unworthy of; it was love that had killed Kylo and let Ben be reborn.
Star Wars, Kylo/Rey, future fic