[ Stubborn and sure, Rey doesn't flinch as she defends herself against the accusation of uncertainty for the real, wracking fear of the vision was that she could feel that it was real, all of it. Right down to the far off voice whispering her name and urging her forward. The call it made was real, realer than anything she'd felt before that point, and its summons reified her departure from Jakku, from the life she'd known for so long. ]
It came to me when I touched Luke's lightsaber for the first time. I wasn't asleep or dreaming or anything like that: it was real. It will be real.
[ Acceptance of the verity comes with the unfortunate side effect of acknowledging that the haunting painting of Kylo Ren looming at the forefront of a squadron of Knights would be just as real, one day. For what purpose, she cannot guess, but Rey does not find herself in wistful anticipation.
Still. She can, and reluctantly does, agree with him on one thing: Mandalore will be the end of their relative peace, if it could ever be called that. They've moved so readily from one war zone to another, battle after battle, that she can hardly believe it qualifies, but the Knights of Ren make it more personal. There is no escaping, no hiding among an army of Resistance fighters to be part of a crashing wave: when the Knights of Ren come, they'll come for Kylo and Rey. ]
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[ Stubborn and sure, Rey doesn't flinch as she defends herself against the accusation of uncertainty for the real, wracking fear of the vision was that she could feel that it was real, all of it. Right down to the far off voice whispering her name and urging her forward. The call it made was real, realer than anything she'd felt before that point, and its summons reified her departure from Jakku, from the life she'd known for so long. ]
It came to me when I touched Luke's lightsaber for the first time. I wasn't asleep or dreaming or anything like that: it was real. It will be real.
[ Acceptance of the verity comes with the unfortunate side effect of acknowledging that the haunting painting of Kylo Ren looming at the forefront of a squadron of Knights would be just as real, one day. For what purpose, she cannot guess, but Rey does not find herself in wistful anticipation.
Still. She can, and reluctantly does, agree with him on one thing: Mandalore will be the end of their relative peace, if it could ever be called that. They've moved so readily from one war zone to another, battle after battle, that she can hardly believe it qualifies, but the Knights of Ren make it more personal. There is no escaping, no hiding among an army of Resistance fighters to be part of a crashing wave: when the Knights of Ren come, they'll come for Kylo and Rey. ]