Rey didn't know what she was expecting in terms of a response, but whatever it was, it certainly hadn't been... that. There was suddenly a wave of some sort of indescribable emotion, rolling over her and covering her and threatening to drown her. It was hard to parse out any one thought or feeling, but the overall impression she got was one of extreme self-loathing.
Luke shouldn't feel like this. No one should feel like this.
She almost didn't hear what he actually said, so taken aback by whatever that was that he'd perhaps unwittingly shared. Though she generally had enough of a sense of etiquette not to enter someone's space until invited in, Rey found herself stepping into Luke's hut, staring at him as he paced.
This wasn't right. None of this was right. All of the stories she'd heard, all of the victories that Luke had had a hand in... it couldn't have all resulted in a man who thought he was so wrong and broken and useless.
"What did you do that was so unforgivable?"
She didn't expect him to answer her quiet question, given the way he'd been playing it so close to the vest this entire time. But if the root of all of this was tied to the fact that he'd done something he couldn't forgive, then maybe uncovering some of that will help bridge the gap between them. And if not... at least he would know that there was someone who cared about him, other than his sister.
Stepping towards him, she cautiously rested a hand on his arm, tilting her head to get him to look at her. "You haven't had much luck in pushing me away yet," she told him softly. "Your luck isn't going to change now, Luke."
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Luke shouldn't feel like this. No one should feel like this.
She almost didn't hear what he actually said, so taken aback by whatever that was that he'd perhaps unwittingly shared. Though she generally had enough of a sense of etiquette not to enter someone's space until invited in, Rey found herself stepping into Luke's hut, staring at him as he paced.
This wasn't right. None of this was right. All of the stories she'd heard, all of the victories that Luke had had a hand in... it couldn't have all resulted in a man who thought he was so wrong and broken and useless.
"What did you do that was so unforgivable?"
She didn't expect him to answer her quiet question, given the way he'd been playing it so close to the vest this entire time. But if the root of all of this was tied to the fact that he'd done something he couldn't forgive, then maybe uncovering some of that will help bridge the gap between them. And if not... at least he would know that there was someone who cared about him, other than his sister.
Stepping towards him, she cautiously rested a hand on his arm, tilting her head to get him to look at her. "You haven't had much luck in pushing me away yet," she told him softly. "Your luck isn't going to change now, Luke."