[ Pacing the cage like he does makes her skin crawl, prickling with awareness of precisely how feral and unpredictable he is here, and she wonders if Leia and Luke addressed that struggle in proper form while she was off sleepily finding relief that Poe and Finn were safe. Wonders if they believe that her decision was the right one, once their not inconsiderable yet conflicting feelings on the matter have been set aside. ]

Not just me. [ But yes, she does. If she didn't believe she could, then any hope they had of winning this fight was already lost, and she won't deny the Resistance their hope like that when they'd been the ones to give her what she'd been looking for all this time. Luke and Leia would fight at her side, and their knowledge of the Force spanned decades and a civil war—it could not be discounted. ]

I've seen what he does to you. [ Finally, Rey abandons pretense and thrusts the truth of it at him, reminds him of the depths of his mind that she's scavenged in and what she's found there. She shuffles a small step closer to the glass, refusing to let the way he leans against it give the impression of intimidation. He does not scare her. Snoke does not scare her. They will not control her with fear and doubt. ] The Force is about more than the power Snoke uses to compel submission from you: it's about focus and peace. I get the sense that, based on what I've seen, you haven't known peace for some time, have you?

[ She remembers the stifling darkness, choking them, drowning them, the smoke filling his body like it were a mere vessel to control. The insidious shadows of Snoke's influence haunting the corners of his mind to various shades and degrees, but never truly gone. ]