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          ‘ i’m not jedi material. ‘ she was an orphan. barely getting by. a scavenger. she was no jedi. the jedi were mythical peace keepers. people listened to them. people cared about them. not even rey’s own parents had cared enough to come back for her. yet. she wasn’t even sure this woman wasn’t trying to scam her, but it wasn’t like rey had much to steal, anyway. ‘ i’m just a scrapper. like everyone else on jakku. ‘

           the rebel alliance was celebrating. they had won an amazing victory, snatched galactic dominance from the emperor’s fingers. no, the galaxy would not roll over and die, not yet. and still...alderaan. she knew han and luke would try, but they just wouldn’t understand. they, vader and tarkin, had made her watch, held her in place to witness the death of her home. more than that, though, she had felt it. in that same eerie sense she’d always had, she’d felt alderaan burn. she could still feel it now, along with the ghosts of vader’s torture. she couldn’t, wouldn’t cry in front of the alliance, in front of anyone, but here? where she was alone, the grief slipped out. 

       until she wasn’t alone. footsteps had her rushing to wipe at her cheeks, brushing away the tears before she faced the unfamiliar woman. ‘ i-i’m sorry. i didn’t think anyone would be in this area. ‘