[ Finding him there cements the reality of their circumstance, settling cool awareness and resignation in around Rey like a heavy cloak that she must steel herself to wear. A flash of darkness deepens the lines of her expression, but it softens out as she comes to terms with the fact. Until something can be done, this will be the status quo, and she cannot decide in that instant if it's better or worse than the isolation and abandonment that stagnated her youth.
He incites the memory of the vision that flooded her when she touched Luke's lightsaber without fully understanding the turmoil that comes with it. Then, she hadn't been sure if what she saw was a dream or a memory, a vision of the past or the future, but now she feels like she's better able to sift through. Some of it was her history, some Luke's, and some of it was their shared future together, where the Force guided their paths to converge in one. ]
I already told you. [ That isn't quite true, not entirely. She lowers herself onto the bench beside him, adjacent and around the corner that it bends to around the dejarik board, affording the two of them a safe amount of buffer room. She folds her hands on top of the table, shoulders hunched, and weighs him with her gaze as if to determine if she trusts him with more than that, or if she has to hold it back.
When she examines the reason, she summons up that sense of uncertainty. If it is a vision of the future, with Kylo Ren standing with the Knights of Ren flanking him in the pouring rain, then it means that his presence on the side of the Resistance is temporary, a fleeting daydream. It leaves her to sift through what she can make of the cloaked Knight that he cut down while she crouched below, overwhelmed by the suddenness of the experience.
As much as she wants to dismiss her fears about him as unsupported nonsense, she can't stop thinking about the same nightmare vision that he questions her about now. ]
It was dark, and raining. You were there, and more than a half-dozen of them. I saw you run one of them through with your lightsaber from behind while he was coming towards me.
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He incites the memory of the vision that flooded her when she touched Luke's lightsaber without fully understanding the turmoil that comes with it. Then, she hadn't been sure if what she saw was a dream or a memory, a vision of the past or the future, but now she feels like she's better able to sift through. Some of it was her history, some Luke's, and some of it was their shared future together, where the Force guided their paths to converge in one. ]
I already told you. [ That isn't quite true, not entirely. She lowers herself onto the bench beside him, adjacent and around the corner that it bends to around the dejarik board, affording the two of them a safe amount of buffer room. She folds her hands on top of the table, shoulders hunched, and weighs him with her gaze as if to determine if she trusts him with more than that, or if she has to hold it back.
When she examines the reason, she summons up that sense of uncertainty. If it is a vision of the future, with Kylo Ren standing with the Knights of Ren flanking him in the pouring rain, then it means that his presence on the side of the Resistance is temporary, a fleeting daydream. It leaves her to sift through what she can make of the cloaked Knight that he cut down while she crouched below, overwhelmed by the suddenness of the experience.
As much as she wants to dismiss her fears about him as unsupported nonsense, she can't stop thinking about the same nightmare vision that he questions her about now. ]
It was dark, and raining. You were there, and more than a half-dozen of them. I saw you run one of them through with your lightsaber from behind while he was coming towards me.