Ben's warm hand touches her skin and Rey's breath hitches before shuddering and slowing. Their bond flows through her and she clings to it, letting it remind her that she is not alone in this, or anything, ever again.
It calms her slightly, and she looks up at Ben as he speaks, clinging to his every word. She is so grateful for him in this moment, and she knows that a part of her fear in having the throne here was that it would somehow lead to her losing him again.
Rey surges forward to wrap her arms around him, clinging to him tightly in the rain. She buries her face in his neck and clings to the back of his sweater, breathing hard as she lets his words work their way through the haze of anger and fear in her mind.
"It won't leave us alone," she rasps out, resting her head on Ben's shoulder as she stares at the throne looming over them. The throne, Kylo's saber. All these things from the dark side that keep finding them here, where they should be untouchable. "I don't want it here, Ben."
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It calms her slightly, and she looks up at Ben as he speaks, clinging to his every word. She is so grateful for him in this moment, and she knows that a part of her fear in having the throne here was that it would somehow lead to her losing him again.
Rey surges forward to wrap her arms around him, clinging to him tightly in the rain. She buries her face in his neck and clings to the back of his sweater, breathing hard as she lets his words work their way through the haze of anger and fear in her mind.
"It won't leave us alone," she rasps out, resting her head on Ben's shoulder as she stares at the throne looming over them. The throne, Kylo's saber. All these things from the dark side that keep finding them here, where they should be untouchable. "I don't want it here, Ben."