Without her mask, Rey's face was an expressive one. She never really had to learn how to control her emotions that way, with it always there to cover her. She smiled as her other self talked about building lightsabers with that kind of excitement - she could remember when she first was learning. Her grandfather hadn't made it a pleasant task at first, but when she found her joy in it just for the sake of it? She'd loved it. That was part of why she was constantly rebuilding her own, it was meditative, and a true joy in a life with too few of those to spare.
"Always found learning by doing easier than by someone telling me or reading what to do," she said, suspecting her twin of the same. It was hard for something to feel real until she could get her hands on it, to experience it for herself. Small wonder then why her use of the Force was often towards the more physical side of it, of moving things without touching them, of lightning, of making her even more capable than constant training left her rather than searching through people's minds.
She never liked that - it was something her grandfather did. She learned to keep him out and hated every time she had to try to look into someone else's thoughts.
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Date: 2020-07-19 05:55 pm (UTC)"Always found learning by doing easier than by someone telling me or reading what to do," she said, suspecting her twin of the same. It was hard for something to feel real until she could get her hands on it, to experience it for herself. Small wonder then why her use of the Force was often towards the more physical side of it, of moving things without touching them, of lightning, of making her even more capable than constant training left her rather than searching through people's minds.
She never liked that - it was something her grandfather did. She learned to keep him out and hated every time she had to try to look into someone else's thoughts.
"How did your teacher die?"