Rey looked down at the mention of her parents, simultaneously feeling bad about having abandoned her post on Jakku and also feeling something strange and foreign to her. She'd wasted so much of her life waiting for them, hiding behind the idea that they would come back for her. She didn't give up the hope of being reunited with them one day, or even necessarily that they were still looking for her, but she'd been foolish not to be more proactive in trying to figure out where they'd gone after Jakku and searching for them across the galaxy. Instead, she'd allowed herself to grow stagnant, just as Luke had.

"You're breathing," she pointed out patiently, swallowing around the complicated mess of emotions that always cropped up when she thought of her parents. "You're thinking. You're living. So no, you're not done with change. And even if you are, it's clearly not done with you."