"What? No!" Rey had been speaking about her own experiences, her own sense of identity — or rather, her lack thereof. "You're important because of the things you've done, because of what you've accomplished in your life." His point was more than evident before she'd even finished speaking, but she was still reluctant to accept as much, shaking her head as she glanced away.

"It's... different. I'd spent my entire life waiting for something, and I just never knew what it was. I thought it was my family, but... maybe I was wrong." Maybe it was you, she wanted to say, but even while holding him close to her, she couldn't quite bring herself to do so.