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.
Without hesitation Rey nodded in agreement, as tactile a learner as her counterpart and just as voracious when it came to the want to learn and to build. "I had a computer display I salvaged, but when it comes to building doing is better, though the schematics and the languages I could access helped." And filled the hours of isolation spent languishing on that scorched rock in the middle of nowhere, but Rey spared her counterpart the editorial vitriol. Undoubtedly enough of that would come up between the pair of them in due time, both not having been spared much in the way of hardships, however different they might have been.
The question about Luke made her nostrils flare as she breathed out a weighty sigh. "He projected himself through the Force," she hadn't witnessed it first-hand, but those that had seen him that day had recounted the tale soon after it had happened, and she had felt it when Luke had gone. "After he had finished what he set out to do he rejoined it, but he managed to stave off the First Order long enough for the Resistance to escape the base they had hidden on." Rey's lips pursed in thought, her eyes darting to her identical counterpart. "Not a very traditional teacher, despite being the last Jedi, but he taught me enough to get by, and to know where to look for more," she tilted her head, her expression softening. "Which is how I found you." Eventually they would need to craft a better version of this story for her friends and she knew it, but for now Rey was comfortable to focus on just the two of them.
"We'll need new names I think. We can't look exactly alike and have the same name," aliases would work for the rest of the galaxy, and it was something that was a bit easier to consider than a story for the Resistance. "I think it's fairest if we both pick new ones, since we're both Rey and neither of us is more Rey than the other."
"My condolences," she said about Rey's teacher - she seemed to at least have not been on bad terms with him, and good teachers were in her experience hard to find. No shortage of those who thought they were good teachers, but actually effective ones? Thin on the ground.
Seeing the planet as they approached it, she almost reached for her helmet again before reminding herself she wouldn't need it for this, maybe not at all while in this universe unless her native counterpart here wanted to hide her identity a while longer. She didn't mind that thought, trusted her other self to know what would be best with her friends and found family as Rey at best only knew them by reputation.
"That does sound fair. Should we jan-ken-pon for Mother's name or would that be equally off-limits for the same reason?" she asked, though she supposed they could split it if they wanted given the structure of it.
"You know Mother's name?" Anything else that might have been in the midst of being discussed was secondary to that fact. Rey made no effort to disguise the astonishment on her face or the awe in her voice.
Sometimes she struggled to recall whether or not anyone had named her or she had named herself, the names of anyone else were as lost to her as that fact.
"What was it? Did you know Father's too?" As far as Rey was concerned she wasn't going to be able to think of anything else until those two questions - minimum - were answered.
Rey blinked slowly, eyes widening just a fraction to betray her own surprise at her other self's shock. It would make sense, though - would she remember her parents names if Grandfather hadn't felt the need to remind her of their loss at every opportunity? Any time anything about them began to fade, any time that pain began to heal, the wound was torn open again. It was an easy spot for him to hit, and he made sure it was never able to close.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in and out through her nose, letting the murderous rage at the thought of her grandfather and the loss of her parents wash over her and subside, back into the stormy sea that was her constant hatred for him.
"Seren-Nurey. That was mother's name. 'Rey' - we were named after her," Rey recited. She remembered her father holding her, before everything terrible happened, in the little memories she had of good times, telling her that she was named after the most wonderful thing in his life.
"She called father Tantin, I think it was a nickname rather than an attempt at a new identity. I know that wasn't his birth name - he was named after his father, our grandfather. Sheev Palpatine."
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"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?"
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The question about Luke made her nostrils flare as she breathed out a weighty sigh. "He projected himself through the Force," she hadn't witnessed it first-hand, but those that had seen him that day had recounted the tale soon after it had happened, and she had felt it when Luke had gone. "After he had finished what he set out to do he rejoined it, but he managed to stave off the First Order long enough for the Resistance to escape the base they had hidden on." Rey's lips pursed in thought, her eyes darting to her identical counterpart. "Not a very traditional teacher, despite being the last Jedi, but he taught me enough to get by, and to know where to look for more," she tilted her head, her expression softening. "Which is how I found you." Eventually they would need to craft a better version of this story for her friends and she knew it, but for now Rey was comfortable to focus on just the two of them.
"We'll need new names I think. We can't look exactly alike and have the same name," aliases would work for the rest of the galaxy, and it was something that was a bit easier to consider than a story for the Resistance. "I think it's fairest if we both pick new ones, since we're both Rey and neither of us is more Rey than the other."
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Seeing the planet as they approached it, she almost reached for her helmet again before reminding herself she wouldn't need it for this, maybe not at all while in this universe unless her native counterpart here wanted to hide her identity a while longer. She didn't mind that thought, trusted her other self to know what would be best with her friends and found family as Rey at best only knew them by reputation.
"That does sound fair. Should we jan-ken-pon for Mother's name or would that be equally off-limits for the same reason?" she asked, though she supposed they could split it if they wanted given the structure of it.
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Sometimes she struggled to recall whether or not anyone had named her or she had named herself, the names of anyone else were as lost to her as that fact.
"What was it? Did you know Father's too?" As far as Rey was concerned she wasn't going to be able to think of anything else until those two questions - minimum - were answered.
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She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in and out through her nose, letting the murderous rage at the thought of her grandfather and the loss of her parents wash over her and subside, back into the stormy sea that was her constant hatred for him.
"Seren-Nurey. That was mother's name. 'Rey' - we were named after her," Rey recited. She remembered her father holding her, before everything terrible happened, in the little memories she had of good times, telling her that she was named after the most wonderful thing in his life.
"She called father Tantin, I think it was a nickname rather than an attempt at a new identity. I know that wasn't his birth name - he was named after his father, our grandfather. Sheev Palpatine."