[ It's not good enough—that's her first conclusion, but she recognizes it for what it is, the flash of the finely simmering darkness within her, roaring to life when it gets a taste of words that can feed the bitterness and hurt and anger that have fought to replace the hope that warred for so long against loss and grief. She stifles the husky voice that whispers to her, fights her eyes open, and tilts her attention up towards the sky.
She'd watched it for so long from Jakku, but it looks different here. She's seen a great many skies since she left, but it's the one that she stared into every day, waiting for that ship to come back, that stays with her. ]
I am too.
[ She says instead, turning back to her mother. She's here now, Rey reminds herself; that's what counts. There is no altering the past, only moving forward with whatever they have together, and they must be together, especially if Luke's misery and guilt rule him so. ]
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She'd watched it for so long from Jakku, but it looks different here. She's seen a great many skies since she left, but it's the one that she stared into every day, waiting for that ship to come back, that stays with her. ]
I am too.
[ She says instead, turning back to her mother. She's here now, Rey reminds herself; that's what counts. There is no altering the past, only moving forward with whatever they have together, and they must be together, especially if Luke's misery and guilt rule him so. ]
But you're here now; we'll make it right.