#darkxrey

“I know, I know.” Rey whispers. She hangs her head shamefully, knowing that she should just go back to her room. But it’s so horribly quiet in there, and so dark, she just needs someone to talk to. Just for a little bit.

When Kira pulls her inside her quarters, she lets out a small sigh of relief. She nods her head at her sister’s question and immediately sits down on the bed, arms wrapping around her torso.

Kira: *clawing at her seat* TURN DOWN! TURN DOWN!

     “You’re not... Who are you?” She looks like his friend... But that’s not Rey.

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Seven sunsets after her encounter with...whatever it was she’d seen, Rey returned to the yawning cavern beneath Ahch-to’s surface; intent, as Luke counselled she should, on facing her fear. He was sure, her master told her, that what she’d seen had been a manifestation of some inner turmoil she had; a test brought to her by the Force, like he had faced long ago on Dagobah - his face staring back up at him from Darth Vader’s broken mask.

Tentatively, the sea’s echoing howl distant now, Rey faced herself again in the mirrored rock. The apparition came more quickly this time; her reflection twisting, changing in increments until it wasn’t quite her anymore. Heeding her master’s wisdom, Rey steeled herself; a hand lingering near the hilt of the Lightsaber clipped to her belt.

‘...Who are you?’ she  demanded, the clawing dread  she felt in her gut checked as best she could. ‘What do you want from me?’