"I hope so," Rey said, viciously gleeful at the idea of her grandfather becoming aware of her absence and moreover being utterly helpless to do anything about it. She was beyond his reach now, and it was a freedom unlike any she had ever considered.
If she wasn't so determined to kill him someday, the idea of returning eventually wouldn't even cross her mind.
She didn't bother to even think of it as vanity to be fascinated with this other version of herself, of what she had been through, what had made her strong but kept her kind as well. As she had suspected, D-0 warmed instantly to her, too. And who better to be your teacher than yourself? She knew how she learned best. She also knew that the other Rey was hiding some things from her, but it didn't bother her. If there was something she wasn't ready to talk about now, they had all the time to reach that bridge. Words were difficult. They would come eventually.
She sat in the copilot chair of the freighter - she had seen it back on Starkiller and remembered thinking it seemed a wonder such an antique could fly straight. Seeing it from the inside it seemed like even more of a miracle, held together with adhesive tape and the Force. With the time it took to get to Dantooine it let Rey get accustomed to the thicker atmosphere that was standard, especially as she wouldn't be going back to Exogal anytime soon and need not worry about all that work going down the drain again. She still was a little unsure on her feet, but by the time they got to Exogal she'd be right as rain. "Will we need to worry about explaining to anyone on your side why you suddenly have a twin sister?"
There were little differences that set them apart, side by side. She was much paler from the sunless caves of her homeworld while the other Rey had a warm glow from constant sunlight that seemed to radiate out of her. She had a scar on her lip, leftover from early practice with her grandfather's goons when they didn't bother to pull punches on an eight year old.
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Date: 2020-07-04 03:11 am (UTC)If she wasn't so determined to kill him someday, the idea of returning eventually wouldn't even cross her mind.
She didn't bother to even think of it as vanity to be fascinated with this other version of herself, of what she had been through, what had made her strong but kept her kind as well. As she had suspected, D-0 warmed instantly to her, too. And who better to be your teacher than yourself? She knew how she learned best. She also knew that the other Rey was hiding some things from her, but it didn't bother her. If there was something she wasn't ready to talk about now, they had all the time to reach that bridge. Words were difficult. They would come eventually.
She sat in the copilot chair of the freighter - she had seen it back on Starkiller and remembered thinking it seemed a wonder such an antique could fly straight. Seeing it from the inside it seemed like even more of a miracle, held together with adhesive tape and the Force. With the time it took to get to Dantooine it let Rey get accustomed to the thicker atmosphere that was standard, especially as she wouldn't be going back to Exogal anytime soon and need not worry about all that work going down the drain again. She still was a little unsure on her feet, but by the time they got to Exogal she'd be right as rain. "Will we need to worry about explaining to anyone on your side why you suddenly have a twin sister?"
There were little differences that set them apart, side by side. She was much paler from the sunless caves of her homeworld while the other Rey had a warm glow from constant sunlight that seemed to radiate out of her. She had a scar on her lip, leftover from early practice with her grandfather's goons when they didn't bother to pull punches on an eight year old.