When Luke admitted that there had been "people," the majority of Rey's mind calmly thought that yes, okay, that made sense, everyone has people at some point in their lives and that was to be expected. But there was a smaller, more immature part of her that rustled uncomfortably, and it took her a few moments to realize that it was jealousy. Seriously? She was feeling jealous of people she hadn't even met, over things that had likely happened before she'd even been born?
That should have put things in perspective for her, insofar as how unconventional the thought of the two of them together in any romantic fashion really was. Instead, she shoved whatever doubts she might have ever had aside as she listened to Luke, understanding that he was telling her things he'd had no intention of ever telling her - or, possibly, anyone - just a day or two ago. She wouldn't disrespect him by not listening or by getting caught up by doubts now.
"If you're with someone, they should be able to accept you. All of you. Your celebrity and your normalcy, your devotion to them and your duty as a Jedi. And you should be able to do the same for them. If you can't, then they weren't the person for you. But the funny thing about people is that the galaxy is full of them. Just because it had never worked out in the past doesn't mean there aren't still billions more people to meet with whom it can work. If that's something you find yourself wanting, you deserve to pursue it, just like any other living being searching for companionship."
Rey's problem had been that she'd never wanted that, not with any of the people she'd met. But now... now she did. And it was because of Luke. So while that might not have been part of her own greater mission, there was no harm in seeing where things went. Right?
"If I forgot about the dream, about how it - ... about how you'd made me feel, then I'm just lying to myself, ignoring a basic truth staring me right in the face whenever I look at you. I can't keep doing that. I can't go through life just ignoring major truths because they're too complicated or uncomfortable to address."
She tried to tell herself that she was only thinking about her feelings for Luke, and not about any uncomfortable truths she'd been ignoring about her family. She almost believed it.
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That should have put things in perspective for her, insofar as how unconventional the thought of the two of them together in any romantic fashion really was. Instead, she shoved whatever doubts she might have ever had aside as she listened to Luke, understanding that he was telling her things he'd had no intention of ever telling her - or, possibly, anyone - just a day or two ago. She wouldn't disrespect him by not listening or by getting caught up by doubts now.
"If you're with someone, they should be able to accept you. All of you. Your celebrity and your normalcy, your devotion to them and your duty as a Jedi. And you should be able to do the same for them. If you can't, then they weren't the person for you. But the funny thing about people is that the galaxy is full of them. Just because it had never worked out in the past doesn't mean there aren't still billions more people to meet with whom it can work. If that's something you find yourself wanting, you deserve to pursue it, just like any other living being searching for companionship."
Rey's problem had been that she'd never wanted that, not with any of the people she'd met. But now... now she did. And it was because of Luke. So while that might not have been part of her own greater mission, there was no harm in seeing where things went. Right?
"If I forgot about the dream, about how it - ... about how you'd made me feel, then I'm just lying to myself, ignoring a basic truth staring me right in the face whenever I look at you. I can't keep doing that. I can't go through life just ignoring major truths because they're too complicated or uncomfortable to address."
She tried to tell herself that she was only thinking about her feelings for Luke, and not about any uncomfortable truths she'd been ignoring about her family. She almost believed it.