[ The voice that forms most fully is one not belonging to the Jedi who came before — because what they have reached is bigger than that. It's a woman's voice. A blue image of a togruta forms before them both, her expression soft.
'You are no Jedi.' Rey bristles, defensive at first. 'Neither of you.' The woman looks at Ben then, and her smile turns lop-sided. 'You've both come a long way from where we left things.' ]
I called for help. [ Rey clarifies. ] Defeating Darth Sidious.
[ 'Your grandfather.' ]
He means nothing to me. He killed my family.
[ 'And he is your family. Both of these things can be true.' ]
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'You are no Jedi.' Rey bristles, defensive at first. 'Neither of you.' The woman looks at Ben then, and her smile turns lop-sided. 'You've both come a long way from where we left things.' ]
I called for help. [ Rey clarifies. ] Defeating Darth Sidious.
[ 'Your grandfather.' ]
He means nothing to me. He killed my family.
[ 'And he is your family. Both of these things can be true.' ]