"All I have to do is live?" Her tone is slightly bitter, but not because of him. For as long as she can remember, she had to fight for scraps. Whether it be scraps of food, family, or victory, she always had to fight.

"I can't imagine just living," she tells him, smiling tightly even as her eyes well up with tears. Few people even know of their universe, he had said. So there is no Resistance, and no First Order. No more waiting for parents that will never come.

No more fighting, even though the person who was once her greatest enemy is sitting right across from her, adding sugar to her drink to make it more palatable. It's a lot to take in.

Her mouth opens but the woman comes back to ask for their order, and Rey gives the menu another look but her vision is too blurred with stubborn tears to read the words. She spots a picture of eggs, which she only had once or twice on Jakku, and points at them. "I'll have this, please."

And then the woman keeps asking her questions. How does she want the eggs cooked? What kind of bread? What kind of juice? Rey swallows hard and looks over at Ben, looking vaguely overwhelmed. "How do you eat your eggs?"