“I knew enough for both of us,” she assures him, smiling at that rush of gratitude. Of course, she did have her moments of doubt, fueled by desperation. She was a fool to think she could end it all when she ran him through on those ruins. The second the lightsaber made contact, she ached with regret the likes of which she had never known.

And she’s sure Ben would have felt the same. Neither of them could ever die at the other’s hand, not without also destroying themselves.

Her eyes narrow at the mention of the Sith, but the tender way he touches her reassures her, and she uses her other hand to sweep his hair back from his face. “I am not interested in power.”