There was a lot to say when you caught someone from another reality up on your version of the present, or so Rey discovered while traveling with her other self. She left frequently, to train and to meditate, or to follow a lead that might promise even a little bit more understanding so it wasn’t unusual that she had happened upon the other Rey while by herself. It was actually something of a blessing, an anomaly that Rey had given serious thought to since she had found her other self.
There were parts of the story that she wasn’t particularly thrilled to share - the human obstacle that was Kylo Ren chief among an assortment of sore subjects - and she certainly played down that whole thing even if it felt odd to be evasive with another version of her. It was better to just leave men and their messes out of the whole thing.
There were a fair number of questions, Rey intently curious about everything that this other version of her had gone through, her life and the odd contrasts and similarities that went with it were fascinating beyond anything Rey had ever stumbled across, more interesting than the Force itself. She wondered if that made her vain and decided it didn’t matter one way or the other - how many could say they had a chance like this? There was so much to do, so much to learn from one another.
“Do you think they can tell on your side, that you’re gone?” Rey’s eyebrows rose as she asked the question from the pilot’s chair of the Falcon as the Corellian freighter tore through hyperspace, bringing them the final stretch of the way to Dantooine.
Whether or not what they had done, both crossing over into one’s version of the galaxy could be felt within the Force was hard to discern - Rey could feel something different, without question but if it was because of how personal this was, or something far larger she didn’t know. To her it felt jumbled, but right, like dumping a brand new puzzle out of a box - all the pieces were definitely there, but there was a lot of clicking into place to do.
Whatever they were meant to accomplish together, she looked forward to it.
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going to dantooine + handwaving over rey describing the plot of two films
There were parts of the story that she wasn’t particularly thrilled to share - the human obstacle that was Kylo Ren chief among an assortment of sore subjects - and she certainly played down that whole thing even if it felt odd to be evasive with another version of her. It was better to just leave men and their messes out of the whole thing.
There were a fair number of questions, Rey intently curious about everything that this other version of her had gone through, her life and the odd contrasts and similarities that went with it were fascinating beyond anything Rey had ever stumbled across, more interesting than the Force itself. She wondered if that made her vain and decided it didn’t matter one way or the other - how many could say they had a chance like this? There was so much to do, so much to learn from one another.
“Do you think they can tell on your side, that you’re gone?” Rey’s eyebrows rose as she asked the question from the pilot’s chair of the Falcon as the Corellian freighter tore through hyperspace, bringing them the final stretch of the way to Dantooine.
Whether or not what they had done, both crossing over into one’s version of the galaxy could be felt within the Force was hard to discern - Rey could feel something different, without question but if it was because of how personal this was, or something far larger she didn’t know. To her it felt jumbled, but right, like dumping a brand new puzzle out of a box - all the pieces were definitely there, but there was a lot of clicking into place to do.
Whatever they were meant to accomplish together, she looked forward to it.
100 YEARS LATER
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throws libra logic at you
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