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The Real Story.
A gentle reinterpretation of the end of The Rise of Skywalker.
Don’t Go.
Inspired by Rey getting on the Millennium Falcon and leaving Ben behind in the latest TRoS clip.
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Based on this tweet:
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 4
“What?”
“I can show you,” he repeated softly. “How to build a lightsaber.”
Rey studied his face wearily. Could she trust him? What other option did she have?
Here, of all places, she should have been able to connect with those who could help. Where could she find the Masters if not in a Jedi temple?
It's the Force that connected us.
Was this the will of the Force or a random moment of connection?
Their eyes continued the conversation.
He was maybe the one person left alive that had the knowledge she needed.
She had been burned by him before. But he had also rewarded her trust in him before; he had destroyed his master with her (for her?) and fought alongside her. He had offered her...oh, he had offered her so much. And he had that same look now: wanting to give, needing to take.
Rey was aching to share a bit of her soul and feel it kept safe. The same ache she saw in him.
She answered with her eyes before she spoke, boring into his just like on Ahch-To.
She knew he understood, but voiced it anyway: “Okay.”
Hands + Smiles = Adam Driver
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Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker (2019)
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So about Rey’s vision of the Sith throne…
Ben Solo stans, post-TROS
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kylo Ren/Rey, Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren & Rey, Poe Dameron/Finn, Poe Dameron & Finn Characters: Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren, Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo, Finn (Star Wars), Poe Dameron, Rose Tico Additional Tags: Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker Spoilers, Post-Star Wars: The Last Jedi Summary:
“Where are you?” he broke the silence in a much more measured voice than Rey had expected. She turned back to him and raised her chin, “I can hardly be expected to have better information than the First Order's best scouts.” They stared at each other for a moment, then he looked down and took a deep breath. “I felt her go,” he whispered and stared at his gloved hands clasped in his lap. Rey stared at them too, tears welling. “I'm so sorry, Ben.” She looked up to his face earnestly. He was exhausted. He stayed fixed on his hands. Silence. “Ben,” Rey looked at him intently, “she still wanted you to come home. Ben, please.” Kylo Ren glared back up at Rey. She saw fire in his eyes. She felt fire in the bond that connected them. He rose to his feet. “I am going to find you, scavenger,” he hissed as he raised his finger to point at her, closing the distance between them in long strides, “and I am going to end the Resistance. I told you: it's time to let old things die.” Rey's mouth filled with bitter taste. “That's some big Solo energy,” she spat back.
A hum, a crackle, and the return of jungle sounds. Rey was left alone again.