[ She can hear the hints of Luke's lessons like a chorus around her — are these his thoughts? Or another strange vision? An aging man, grizzled, warning him of the power of the darkness. Her fear spikes. She doesn't understand it, never wanted it. But she'd protected it there on Jakku. This strange draw she felt towards Ben, it was as much that as it was his lightsaber and Plutt's extortion of her labor that prompted her to turn on the junk dealer and help Ben escape. ]
No.
[ Admitting it doesn't mean agreeing to pursue it further. Something in her chest called for her to examine it, to take her time, to learn, but—
She couldn't. She was too afraid to let go. ]
You should know that. You're the one who did it to me. [ She's sticking to that interpretation. He'd crashed into her, and suddenly this had all come out from left field. Some distant part of her mind chides her for this, telling her that she knows the Light has always been there, but she doesn't want to hear it. This is his fault. ]
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No.
[ Admitting it doesn't mean agreeing to pursue it further. Something in her chest called for her to examine it, to take her time, to learn, but—
She couldn't. She was too afraid to let go. ]
You should know that. You're the one who did it to me. [ She's sticking to that interpretation. He'd crashed into her, and suddenly this had all come out from left field. Some distant part of her mind chides her for this, telling her that she knows the Light has always been there, but she doesn't want to hear it. This is his fault. ]