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“(Y/N), you have to wake up...” The little hand pressed firmer, bringing the little particles of your life force back together with this small center of pressure and reminding you of your body. Its heavy weight, and warm glow, and silent satisfaction. The little hand shook you harder. You opened your eyes to look at them, but the light of the sun flooded your vision, and all that could be seen was a murky silhouette through the tears beginning to pool in the corners of your eyes. “You have to wake up or you’re gonna die, (Y/N). Wake up. Wake up. Please wake up, I need you.”

You had been here before. You were certain of it. Everything felt so... familiar. Even this child, urging you with everything it has to wake or die, is so comfortably familiar. You could die here, and not even recognize the agony or sorrow that had haunted you for nearly ten years. You could leave it all in peace.

“Wake up. Please, (Y/N). I need you. I need you-” The child’s pleas fell to silence as you began to drift again. 

 “I need you.” They urged once more, but it was... different. Too familiar. 

“Aida?” You mumbled. The child sobbed on your chest, and yet you were now incapable of moving at all. Your eyes wouldn’t open, your ears wouldn’t listen, your limbs no longer felt heavy, they didn’t feel like they were ever there at all. “Aida!” You shouted back at him. You assumed you were crying, but no tears could be felt. Nothing could be felt at all. “Aida!”

“Mr. Skywalker, sir, I’m not even really sure where to land.” Poe squinted, searching through every spot through the clouds. “You sure this place isn’t entirely water?”

“Absolutely positive.” He grumbled, seeking out the familiar island from beyond the mist. A familiar streak of grey and green caught his eye, damn near unnoticable to the untrained eye. “There.”

“Pardon?”

“Right there.” He pointed out the tree temple for Poe to follow. “That’s where she’s gonna be.”

Poe’s immediate thought of are you sure about that was shaken from his mind, recalling all the times he’s just had to have faith in the people around him for things to work out.

Making a rather harsh landing on a rock cliff, not a second thought was spared for his ship as he shot out from it in blind search of his old friend. He gazed over the cliff, hurriedly searching for anything that could indicate your presence. Luke sat beside him, crossing his legs and shutting his eyes. Silence fell over the island for a moment. The roaring crash of the water against the cliffs fell silent to Poe’s own heavy breathing. He watched as pebbles along the ground began to levitate. Poe turned to Luke, who knit his brow, seemingly in confusion. As if he wasn’t the one behind it. 

Wait, is he not the one behind it-

“Go home Poe.” A voice stated from behind him. It was gruffer, and sounded much older, but he knew it anywhere.

Not unless you’re coming with me. He thought, but his body was frozen. Something inside him kept him from saying it to her- from saying anything to her. He couldn’t move.

“(Y/N),” Luke spoke smoothly, still sat in his meditative position. “Why?”

“‘Why?’” You repeated.

“Why have you closed yourself off from the force?”

“So I don’t ever have to be reminded again of my own failures. And what’s it any of your concern?” You replied coldly. “Though if I’m quite honest, closing myself off hasn’t done me much- or really any- good recently, so maybe I should just open myself back up. Ideally that way he’d finally just find me and kill me, like I’m sure he wants to. Get on with it.” Poe flinched, remembering looking your brother in the eyes on Jakku, shuddering at the image of a fiery intensity he’d never seen before, and debating the sad truth to your words with himself. 

“Your brother needs you.”

“Tch, he needs my corpse for the next act of his space terrorism, maybe.”

“There’s still good in him. I feel it.” Luke urged, tying himself to whatever parts of the force his daughter could allow. “But he won’t listen to me. He needs you to show him. Remind him of the light.”

He needs you. 

Your back stiffened at the thought of the dreams you’d been having. The one from this morning still stinging like a freshly peeled band-aid.

You have to wake up or you’re gonna die, (Y/N). Wake up. Wake up. Please wake up, I need you.

“No.” You responded, shutting out whatever force connections Luke managed to make with you. It was best, you decided, to pretend you didn’t notice Poe’s face fall at your words. 

Wake up. Please, (Y/N). I need you. I need you-

“I can’t.” You respond coldly. You could feel your hands clenching into iron-tight fists. Memories flooded back to you. Sharing a bedroom as toddlers, discovering your force sensitivity together, training to become Jedi. They flooded your mind slowly, and then hit you all at once. 

The signs you should have seen in advance, the fact that you willingly ignored a budding issue within him all along to chase your schoolgirl crush on Poe Dameron, the lies, the betrayal, the smell of smoke as the Jedi temple burned to ash, half of it’s students burning right along with it.