[ How helpful. Crestfallen, she glances away and toward Ben's mop of hair, like an answer they may have missed exists there. Where she had expected Luke's guidance, some Jedi wisdom that she is sorely lacking, she has — nothing. No viable solution that presents itself. There must be something, she tells herself. Something. ]
You were wrong about him.
[ Because there is still hope in him, after all, as Luke has all but admitted. And as fervently as she would hope Luke is wrong about this, too, she knows with dreadful certainty that he isn't. Her lips part with an inaudible sigh, settling her hand atop Ben's as he carries on, unaware of the conversation occurring right in front of him. ]
But his feelings for me — [ Whatever they are. Luke insists that it had been so clear to even him, but Rey still factors in the possibility that Ben is — well, lost. Mistaking feelings of gratitude and amiability toward her for love. ] — will only make this worse.
[ Not for her, but for him. As Luke has pointed out, she can't do anything. ]
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You were wrong about him.
[ Because there is still hope in him, after all, as Luke has all but admitted. And as fervently as she would hope Luke is wrong about this, too, she knows with dreadful certainty that he isn't. Her lips part with an inaudible sigh, settling her hand atop Ben's as he carries on, unaware of the conversation occurring right in front of him. ]
But his feelings for me — [ Whatever they are. Luke insists that it had been so clear to even him, but Rey still factors in the possibility that Ben is — well, lost. Mistaking feelings of gratitude and amiability toward her for love. ] — will only make this worse.
[ Not for her, but for him. As Luke has pointed out, she can't do anything. ]