[ She doesn't belong on this ship. She is here by mistake. All of this is a mistake. The boy she had been dragging around, nephew to Luke Skywalker, son to Han Solo, big-eared, lanky embodiment of all of her childhood heroes, is not interrogating her on why she can't let go of Jakku.
It's as though the Force laid out every temptation it could think of to get her off that spit of dirt. And all she can think of is her parents. A soft voice, a distant memory, We'll come back for you, sweetheart, I promise. But if Ben picks up on that, he'll notice — it's not a woman's voice. It's Rey's voice, a memory in her own mind that she has constructed for herself, and she is clinging to it like hell.
She shakes it away, presses her eyes shut. No. She can't be thinking about leaving that right now. She's waited a decade for her parents to come back. She can't just leave now. (Even if his arguments do make a lot of sense.) ]
Fine. Your father. It doesn't matter who he is. [ Plutt would have other reasons to come for her — like the broken bones in his face. ] I'll figure it out. I'm not asking for your help.
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It's as though the Force laid out every temptation it could think of to get her off that spit of dirt. And all she can think of is her parents. A soft voice, a distant memory, We'll come back for you, sweetheart, I promise. But if Ben picks up on that, he'll notice — it's not a woman's voice. It's Rey's voice, a memory in her own mind that she has constructed for herself, and she is clinging to it like hell.
She shakes it away, presses her eyes shut. No. She can't be thinking about leaving that right now. She's waited a decade for her parents to come back. She can't just leave now. (Even if his arguments do make a lot of sense.) ]
Fine. Your father. It doesn't matter who he is. [ Plutt would have other reasons to come for her — like the broken bones in his face. ] I'll figure it out. I'm not asking for your help.