Rey swallows hard at that, jaw working as she tries to think of something reassuring to say, but she can’t. He did what he did and there is no changing that, but Ben knows that. He has never once tried to make excuses for what he did, and there is nothing to do but move past it.

“Perhaps he knew,” she says softly, touching the pad of her finger to the divot under his bottom lip. “At least in some part, what we were to each other. It’s not like he would have told us.”