[ Watching him react — to the sway she's asserted over his mind, to the same ability he had once utilized against her — and fall limp like a rag doll is disconcerting. As her gaze scans over his expression, peaceful but startlingly vulnerable in this moment, Rey has to remind herself that she's helped rather than harmed him.
But she hadn't done it alone. The signature that joins with her own is too fleeting for her to make sense of it — just a blip in the Force that vanishes as quickly as it had announced itself. It doesn't seem logical that he would still be here; she has to ponder whether she's feeling the imprint he's made on this island, the traces of himself etched into it, but ultimately decides she prefers her first interpretation. Luke Skywalker isn't gone. He hasn't abandoned either of them.
She waits, and waits, as though he might speak to her. Might flutter into the room, sardonic and tired, with fresh wisdom. He never does, as expected. Rey puts it out of her mind and plants her head atop Ben's chest, memorizing the rise and fall of his chest until it lulls her toward sleep. ]
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But she hadn't done it alone. The signature that joins with her own is too fleeting for her to make sense of it — just a blip in the Force that vanishes as quickly as it had announced itself. It doesn't seem logical that he would still be here; she has to ponder whether she's feeling the imprint he's made on this island, the traces of himself etched into it, but ultimately decides she prefers her first interpretation. Luke Skywalker isn't gone. He hasn't abandoned either of them.
She waits, and waits, as though he might speak to her. Might flutter into the room, sardonic and tired, with fresh wisdom. He never does, as expected. Rey puts it out of her mind and plants her head atop Ben's chest, memorizing the rise and fall of his chest until it lulls her toward sleep. ]