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[ Luke steps back from the hut, whose roof has now caved in completely, with a slight frown. ]

You know, the Caretakers aren't all too keen on having me here, [ he says mildly, apparently losing interest as he turns to head back out towards the mountain range. ] Can't imagine how they feel about having two of us around.

[ any admission of help is lost, the caretakers working quickly to shoo her presence elsewhere. she sighs, eyes searching for the jedi master. a hand flies for her staff, legs working in earnest to catch up with his stride. ]

Then come with me.

[ leia had entrusted her; she refused to take no for an answer. rey casts a quick glance over her shoulder, the elderly creatures huffing in defeat. defeat — a word she chooses to keep from her mind now. ]

You don't give up.

[ He doesn't bother trying to mask the frustration in his voice, not even turning around as he continues his trek up the rocks.

She's persistent, but that's not the problem. The problem is that there's power in her, the kind that he now finds frightening because he knows what it can make of him, too. Each shift in the Force affects not only its progenitor, but everything around it. He can't suffer another ripple like that. ]

What I'm saying is to try to be careful, not that I'm looking for a new lease. Besides, you're not ready to leave here, yet, either.

[ you don't give up.

she'd worked so hard to get here, to find him. how could she possibly give it all up now? even despite his demeanor, his hardened disinterest, rey knows that this isn't the end. in some ways, that swelling feeling inside of her insists that this, here and now, is only the beginning. ]

Then, whatever it is you need to show me — to teach me — I'm ready. [ she adjusts her thumb against her staff, an earnest in her voice. ] I want to learn.

[ He realizes that what he's said is a double-edged sword before she even starts to respond, which may have something to do with the crease in his brow when he looks back at her over his shoulder. ]

Who are you?

[ The flash of temper in his voice suggests that the question is rhetorical, mostly because he keeps walking, but he doesn't offer anything up either. ]

— I’ve told you. I’m Rey.

[ for a moment, she considers master skywalker has already forgotten her purpose here; it passes and she realizes he wants something deeper, something more personal. her brow furrows and something tightens in her chest — a feeling of doubt, the seed of never, truly, being worthwhile.

she nods, casting the darkness from her thoughts. ]

All I know is: I’m not who I was before all of this started.

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just pretend i have the appropriate icons for this.

i'm weeping it's fine

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