Rey's POV
It's been about a month since Finn kissed me. I've been avoiding him ever since then, except for a few times. When he was actually acting normal. I think Exegol changed him. Of course it has; it changed all of us.
Anyway, I was doing some lightsaber practice in the forest, and both Poe and Finn walked in on me right as I practiced my lightsaber throw.
"Oh crap!" Poe exclaimed and they ducked just in time.
I caught my yellow-bladed saber and laughed at their expressions. "Sorry!" I managed.
"Maybe a little warning next time?" Poe said.
"Your fault. I was alone. You're the ones who came without warning."
"Fair enough," Finn said.
"So why are you guys here?" I asked the pair.
"Ummm well Finn wants to tell you something and I really don't know why I'm here," Poe replied. "So I'm gonna leave. Bye!"
Finn and I exchanged glances. He shrugged and I laughed. I was relieved because that one exchange had felt normal.
"So what do you want to tell me?" I asked him.
"Umm well..." He began to fidget. "It's that thing I never told you."
"Yeah. And?"
"Well... Does it really matter?"
"Yes. I want to know."
He sighed over dramatically. "Fine."
"Well?"
"I-I think I'm Force sensitive?" He said it like it was a question.
I stared at him with my mouth hanging open. "Wait, seriously?"
"Umm... Yeah."
I just stared at him for a while. "Okay then," I finally said.
...........
"Wait, Finn is Force sensitive?" Ben said disbelievingly.
"Yeah. I think. I mean, he said he is, but I haven't seen him use it yet," I replied.
"How do you know he's telling the truth?" He asked.
"I don't, I guess. But I trust him."
Ben nodded. Thus ended their Finn conversation.
We were in my quarters, lying on my bed, just talking. His head was by my footboard, mine by the headboard.
"How old were you? When you joined Snoke?"
"Twenty-two? No, twenty-three."
We were both silent for a few minutes. 23 years old. So young to be so evil. Yet six years later, he's changed so much. And I love him for it.
"What was it you said last night?" He asked.
For a minute, I panicked, thinking he could read my mind. I mean, he could, but he wasn't. I knew what that felt like, and I wasn't feeling that then.
"I said a lot of things last night, Ben. Be more specific," I replied. I was a little nervous about what he was talking about. I knew what he meant, I just wanted to avoid it.
"Before you shut the door in my face," he said.
Yep. That's what he meant, all right.
"Oh..." I began. "Does it really matter?"
"Yes. Quit stalling."
He knew what I said. And he knew what I was doing. But he wanted to hear me say it again. I knew that much.
One of the perks of the dyad.
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