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Leia's final words repeated like a mantra in her head, unable to shake the unwavering faith that was bestowed in them.
Rey, I know you'll be the one to bring him home.
Although her voice didn't give it away, the sea of emotions conveyed in her eyes did.. those weary eyes that had seen decades of destruction and constant anguish held regret and intense melancholy.
She had stood, arms outstretched with Anakin's... now Luke's saber fully intact... mended from the explosive argument between her and Kylo long ago.
Rey remembered it vividly, the strength of the force pushing them both away. It was struggling to decide between who was more worthy. That should've been relieving, knowing that once it had only called to her meant that Kylo- no Ben had regained that balance of light and dark within him. They both fought for it in that instance.
From that moment forward, Rey had thrown herself into training... she was unguided through most of it. Utilizing the knowledge master skywalker had taught her, the lessons that proved what she hoped to be wrong about the Jedi and their ways.
Leia showed great hesitance in training her but had finally agreed once she'd revealed details of what she saw through one of the more intimate force bonds. His future would be able to be salvaged and that's exactly what she was good at, salvaging broken things.
The corner of Rey's lip twitched almost as if her conscious was fighting to smile at the memory. But alas through the misery she felt in that one moment, it was unable to shine through.
She'd lost nearly everyone she had met along her journey and she couldn't help but internalize the guilt. So, she poured her heart into her training, even more so that Leia had passed.
The news had shellshocked almost everyone, especially Poe who now took the title of 'General'. He was trying to keep it together the best he could, with Finn by his side. Every time they arrived back from a mission however, they knew that the so-called 'training' Rey was throwing herself into was just another reckless distraction... a coping mechanism but a self-destructive one.
She'd almost passed out from pushing herself too hard in the lush green forest that went on for miles and miles. Vines hung down everywhere making it a trip hazard, large trees that if struck by a saber could come crashing down and etcetera. Eventually, it was all just a death trap waiting to happen.
Finn somehow sensed she was unwell and lead Poe to where she'd collapsed by the sheer force of his will it seemed or was it something more?
"You can't keep doing this," Finn spoke up, clasping his hand around her arm to help her stand. Allowing her to lean on him if she needed to.
"I was fine," She seethed, panting while visibly struggling to keep her eyes open as she tried to push him away, nearly tripping over her own feet in the process. Her all-white outfit was now covered in bark, clay and dirt.
