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[talentedscavenger]

Rey had experienced a whirlwind of events from locating Luke Skywalker's lightsaber to being pulled through time to meet the person who started it all; Anakin. The man was her grandfather, someone who was the 'chosen one' to bring balance to the Force. If that wasn't enough, she learned of her own powers and had to be trained to use them. It was an interesting time, spending weeks learning about the man and studying under him. They developed a friendship, a strange bond between two adults who happened to be generations apart. As much as she enjoyed her time with him, she was thrust back to her present time.

Anakin was right, it was like she never left. Everyone was still at the Cantina, looking for her. The First Order arrived...it was chaos.

But that was then, and this was now. She found out about Kylo Ren and the man he idolized so much. It pained her, no, angered her to know the same person she met had turned to the Dark Side. Rey kept her mouth shut to her cousin, managing to use the Force to keep him out of her mind and push him back. Now, she had a target on her back. The events didn't go well from there, losing her friend and semi-father figure, Han.

Now she was on a quest to find Luke. The man who could or could not be father. She didn't know how many children Anakin had, though she still remembered those strong Force visions of two children. Chewie and her managed to land the Falcon on the right planet, now she had to make the journey to find the Jedi. At least the time to herself would let her deal with her emotions. She was conflicted, angry, and hurt. From losing a friend to learning some of the truth about her grandfather...it was disheartening.

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[morally_cryptic]

"No," he says firmly, moving his hand so he can clasp hers as well. "Not if I have anything to say about it."

And since, you know, it was about him, he feels pretty strongly about that fact.

[talentedscavenger]

"Why?" She asked, confused and trying to connect the dots. Why did he want to hide something from her? Did he not trust her? Thus far she had been very transparent, letting him get close to her. Closer than any other person.

[morally_cryptic]

He blinks at her, just as puzzled. "I didn't think me declaring I'm turning to the Dark Side actually needed explanation?"

Maybe his lack of sleep isn't making him coherent.

[talentedscavenger]

They were both tired and Rey's train of thought was going to other directions than Anakin's.

"No, not that..." she let out a soft sigh. "I meant, why won't you tell me anything about the Force? if what Is aw wasn't a dream...but it wasn't the future, I need to know what it is. I need to know how to control this." Because someone had to train her. Unless others found out and wanted to train Rey and turn her into something dark.

She stifled a yawn, opting to lean against her brother for support and comfort.

"...you're being stubborn for no reason."

[morally_cryptic]

"You never really wanted to know before," he says, "hell, you didn't even want to believe it was a thing there for a while."

Okay, they'd gotten over that part fairly quickly, but still. He has a point, doesn't he? Maybe.

He sighs and leans his head on hers. Because he's taller and can do that. "I'm always stubborn. I don't need a reason. Can we talk about this in the morning? I'll take the floor." She doesn't have to go.

[talentedscavenger]

"Because I'm not special, not like you. I'm no one, remember?" The same words she told herself repeatedly, not out of pity but because it was the truth. It was her truth. Anakin was meant for greater things, she wasn't jealous at all by it. In comparison she was just a scavenger.

"Knew it was there, Anakin, just didn't think it applied to me," Rey huffed, finding herself getting comfortable against her brother.

"No..I can take the floor. Used to it." Even on some nights she still preferred the floor. A soft bed was something she would never get used to. She didn't want to go, but if he made a fuss over where they would be sleeping, she might threaten him with leaving.

[morally_cryptic]

"You're just as stubborn as me," he mutters. Then louder, "you're my twin, Rey. You couldn't be more like me if you tried." Which maybe wasn't entirely comforting in the context of her dream but he means it more to insist that yes, she is special and not just because he's biased.

Then he just smirks at her and pushes her lightly down onto the bed before dropping and rolling onto the floor himself in one smooth movement, pillowing his head back on his hands. "Too late."

[talentedscavenger]

They both equally stubborn, which usually left Rey wondering how the two of them would have been together. A pair of twins running around the Temple or trying to give their mother a hard time...those moments were stolen from them. All they could do now was be there for each other.

"I don't try, and I don't plan on trying," she muttered softly only to be lights pushed onto his bed.

"You're being a brat," she told him, grabbing a pillow behind her to throw down at him.

"At least take that. "

[morally_cryptic]

He lets out a chuckle muffled by the pillow before moving to use it properly. "Goodnight, Rey."

No, he's not going to deny the brat thing. It's self-evident.

[talentedscavenger]

"Night, Anakin.." Rey laid down on her side, trying to fall asleep. When she closed her eyes, the vision she had of Anakin continued to come up. Her dream altered between the evil Anakin she faced before and her fighting and ultimately...joining him.

That made Rey wake up again, breathing hard and ultimately unable to fall asleep. She laid in her brother's bed and waited for morning to come.