Rey watches him speak, eyes widening the slightest bit as he moves closer to her. She wants more than anything for him to touch her, so she can feel her entire body hum like it did in that moment on Exegol, that brief, fleeting, perfect moment, but he doesn't.
"So-- you didn't tell me that you sacrificed your life for mine, and that we-- that I kissed you, because you were afraid that it might make me like you, and you don't think that you deserve to be liked. By me." He smiles, and Rey almost reaches for him. "Am I getting this right?"
She stares at him for a long time, unsure of what to say next. She knew that he felt remorse for his terrible actions. She's known that since the last time that she called him a monster. He has a lot to atone for, more than might be possible, but there must be a path toward redemption.
"You also didn't think that you'd ever stand on my side," Rey reminds him, drawing in the slightest bit closer to him without realizing. "And you were wrong about that."
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"So-- you didn't tell me that you sacrificed your life for mine, and that we-- that I kissed you, because you were afraid that it might make me like you, and you don't think that you deserve to be liked. By me." He smiles, and Rey almost reaches for him. "Am I getting this right?"
She stares at him for a long time, unsure of what to say next. She knew that he felt remorse for his terrible actions. She's known that since the last time that she called him a monster. He has a lot to atone for, more than might be possible, but there must be a path toward redemption.
"You also didn't think that you'd ever stand on my side," Rey reminds him, drawing in the slightest bit closer to him without realizing. "And you were wrong about that."