"Honestly? I know a lot of stories. It's figuring out which ones of them are true and which were made up for the sake of an audience that's the trouble."
After all, those who were predisposed to telling stories had especially loved telling them to an awestruck little girl, and as she'd gotten older, she found that certain people were still willing to say whatever they thought would keep the attention of a young woman. She'd found out early on that Luke's mechanical hand didn't have built-in blasters (or if it had, he'd been very good about not showing it off), so she figured a large portion of the tales she'd heard had been wild exaggerations.
Upon following him to his hut, Rey carefully set the eggs down on the nearest table she could find, not wanting any of them to crack. Once she was sure none of them were going to fall, she looked around the place Luke called home, wondering over the fact that it somehow looked even more impersonal than the fallen AT-AT that she'd claimed as shelter on Jakku.
"I know that Leia was a princess of Alderaan, before it was destroyed. Vader destroyed it right in front of her, to prove a point. Or because she'd made him angry. Or just because he could. You weren't raised with her, though; someone once told me that the Jedi wanted to keep the two of you separated because an old prophecy told Vader that a pair of twins would be his downfall, so he searched the galaxy looking for the children in question. Of course, it wasn't revealed until much later during that whole political scandal that Vader was Leia's father. And yours, too. I don't know if you'd known that going in, or if you knew she was your sister, but I do know that at some point you found her and met up with the famous smuggler Han Solo, and the three of you became some of the most important figures in the entire galaxy."
She paused for a moment, wondering how much of that vague outline she'd gotten right before adding in a lower voice, "And I know that you redeemed Vader, proving that no one is wholly irredeemable."
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After all, those who were predisposed to telling stories had especially loved telling them to an awestruck little girl, and as she'd gotten older, she found that certain people were still willing to say whatever they thought would keep the attention of a young woman. She'd found out early on that Luke's mechanical hand didn't have built-in blasters (or if it had, he'd been very good about not showing it off), so she figured a large portion of the tales she'd heard had been wild exaggerations.
Upon following him to his hut, Rey carefully set the eggs down on the nearest table she could find, not wanting any of them to crack. Once she was sure none of them were going to fall, she looked around the place Luke called home, wondering over the fact that it somehow looked even more impersonal than the fallen AT-AT that she'd claimed as shelter on Jakku.
"I know that Leia was a princess of Alderaan, before it was destroyed. Vader destroyed it right in front of her, to prove a point. Or because she'd made him angry. Or just because he could. You weren't raised with her, though; someone once told me that the Jedi wanted to keep the two of you separated because an old prophecy told Vader that a pair of twins would be his downfall, so he searched the galaxy looking for the children in question. Of course, it wasn't revealed until much later during that whole political scandal that Vader was Leia's father. And yours, too. I don't know if you'd known that going in, or if you knew she was your sister, but I do know that at some point you found her and met up with the famous smuggler Han Solo, and the three of you became some of the most important figures in the entire galaxy."
She paused for a moment, wondering how much of that vague outline she'd gotten right before adding in a lower voice, "And I know that you redeemed Vader, proving that no one is wholly irredeemable."