Am I? [ Some small part of her hadn't entirely realized she'd been reinforcing that intention his way all the while, her chin tilting with genuine curiosity as she gazes over that face— she can see him, but it's like peering through a dimly lit room and trying to focus through a haze and she'd much prefer the real thing. A mental shrug, her mouth purses as she answers honestly and let's him know she means no other ulterior motive. ] Isn't easier to talk without it?

[ You're more human that way, and if he and his Supreme Leader ever wish to sway Rey truly to their side, it's pandering to her humanity that will win them the most leverage in her uncertain internal debate. Abruptly, she senses that he can feel the grit in her eyes, at the very back of her tongue, the connection between them tenuous but fortified all the same, quietly marveling over the backwards sensations, desperately needing to know more. Master Skywalker had sensed the presence of Kylo Ren in her mind, at her temples, behind her eyelids when she sleeps, pulling his perfected stoic face and being scant with his explanations behind it's conception. Perhaps the person to ask is standing just in front it her. ]

You can always feel me, can't you? Maybe it's not always so precise, but I'm here. [ Rey touches two fingers to her brow, just above the bridge of her nose, guaging his reaction carefully, body language and breathing rhythms alike, a flicker of uncertainty behind that stoic, fear inspiring helm. He already knows, so she trudges onwards. ]

You, too. For me. I can't shake you out, hard as I try.