Author's Note: Another one, I'm sorry! I just couldn't get this idea out of my head! I'm sorry! I hope ya'll like it! Let me know what you think! I am super excited for this story and hope that ya'll take to it! And I'm open to pairings! Enjoy!

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Warnings: Lack of main story continuity, OOCness, language, unbeta'd and character death.

Word Count: 6,002

Lost.

She heard people whisper that word behind her back, wherever she goes. On Jakku? The Resistance base? And everywhere thereafter.

She wondered if perhaps it was written on her back somewhere or if it was just a look in her eyes that everyone understood that she simply couldn't hide. Undoubtedly, though, did she always feel lost.

Or perhaps abandoned is a better word.

She refused to believe it on Jakku. She kept looking up at the sky, watching the stars twinkle lazily, keeping an eye out for any ships that could be entering the atmosphere that belonged to her family. The people that left her behind when she was just a small child. She would spend endless hours looking up at sky wishing that she would be able to see her family coming back for her. Then they would all be able to pick up where they left off.

She would be happy. She would forgive that they were gone so long just so that she could be with them. So that she could be happy with them.

She just didn't want to be alone anymore. She spent endless days and nights trying to survive and looking to the past to try and remember the faces of the people who left her behind so that she would recognize them when they come back for her. But all she could remember was staring up at the sky as a junker of a ship soars up, up, up until it's out of Jakku's atmosphere and sight. She struggled against the glutton of a man that held her roughly by the arm as she screamed, cried and begged for her family to come back.

To not leave her alone.

But they didn't come back. No matter how long she waited. No matter how hard she prayed. No matter how desperately she pleaded. No one came. No one came back to get her.

Then she met Finn. Then Han Solo and Chewbacca.

When she was taken by the First Order because she saw the map that lead to Luke Skywalker, they came for her. People she barely knew, barely spoke to, came back to her as if it was nothing. As if it was something she should have expected to happen. Finn, who admitted that he lied to her about being a part of the Resistance, came back to her even when her own family didn't.

They will never understand how much that meant to her. She thought she was going to have to figure her way out of this. Get out of the station she was on - a planet sized station, she came to learn! - all by herself. Just like she had been dealing with everything ever since she was left on Jakku. She was going to figure it out herself and then she would be okay. Where she would go from there, she doesn't know. Probably back to Jakku, the place she knew and felt a connection to, no matter how feeble. It was something.

But she didn't have to. Finn, Han Solo and Chewy came for her. They could have just considered her dead and blew up the station like they planned, but the three of them came for her. They saw something in her worth returning to. Something she was beginning to doubt was there.

But then Kylo Ren killed Han Solo. Ran him through with a lightsaber. He was a crotchety man that was rough around the edges, but there was something endearing about him. If Rey had to picture a fatherly figure in her mind - and she's done it thousands of times over the years - Han fit the bill in her mind. It was obvious he cared in a I'm-not-soft-or-kind-so-never-think-that-or-your-dead kind of way. Rey had never been around kind, loving people, so her perception of it is skewed at best. Han fit the perfect image of a father in her mind.

Kylo didn't think so. He said that Han would just disappoint her. She didn't think so, but then again, she didn't get the chance to know. Kylo killed him. In cold blood. They knew each other. He was Han's son, she came to learn. And he killed his own father.

Rey had started to feel something ethereal that she heard about only in stories. She was becoming aware of the Force. She was feeling it - and deeply overwhelmed by it's power and how it moves - but it was overwhelming. She could feel the moment that Han died. She felt him falling into the abyss. The weightlessness and the pain in his body and heart, and then he faded away with the image of an adorable little boy in the forefront of his mind. The last thing that crossed his mind was that of a small child that he loved dearly.

The pain she felt was unlike anything. It was like in that moment, she was one with Han. She could feel his pain so raw and real that it left her feeling weak in the body and in the heart. And when she held Luke's lightsaber in her hand, she felt rage. She saw red and fought against Kylo Ren in a way she never had before. She hated him for seeing a parent as worthless. She would kill to have a parent in her life and he was so willing to end his life for some sick desire to be stronger than Darth Vader. A monster of their past.

She was sickened by him. Absolutely sickened.

He killed Han, hurt Finn and betrayed those that loved him. She hated him.

It's after that the images begins to blur. She found out where Luke Skywalker was and General Organa - whom she also felt this deep connection to - asked her to go to him. He would listen to her. Rey wasn't sure why that would be, but went to him anyway and offered him the lightsaber she had of his.

His look of pain and sadness toward her was something she didn't understand. His eyes studied her and then she felt his presence beside her. Not physically, but through the Force. She can feel herself become stronger in it, and judging by the way Luke felt through the Force, he was very strong too. She had next to nothing to compare to, but he felt powerful, and sad. Through the Force, he was unbelievably sad.

She felt him brush her mind through the Force, trying to read her without invading her mind. Preliminary, surface thoughts - she later learned. In her mind, in constant repeat was the death of Han Solo and the pain in Luke's eyes became so raw that he pulled away from her - both through the Force and physically - like her thoughts had actually wounded him.

He wouldn't accept the light saber back, either. When she finally got him to speak, he refused the sabre. Said it belong to another and left it at that. He gave her a side-long glance when she tentatively placed it back in her satchel, but said nothing.

"Why are you here?" Luke asked after a long silence.

"We need you," Rey says, her voice trembling with the weight of his sadness and her own barring down on her. She can't tell where it's coming from anymore. The Force is blurring the lines of her understanding. "General Organa asked me to come get you."

He closes his eyes tightly at her name. "How is Leia?" He asked instead, surprising Rey.

"I... don't know," Rey admitted. She wasn't wise in the way of people. She didn't understand them. She knew survival, and to read intentions of others, but that's it. That's the extent of it. She can only theorize. "Sad, hurt. But she's strong. Stronger than anyone I have ever met."

Luke blinked slowly, steel gray eyes looking down at the wild grass around him. There is a touch of pride in his eyes at her words, like he couldn't agree more with that statement. He closes his eyes and there is deep purple around the top lids, belying a hard life that Rey can sympathize with. She's not sure what part of the fairytale turned to devastation in the stories, but whatever it was, it was bad enough to give him a lot of pain and many restless nights.

"We need your help to fight the First Order," Rey said, taking a step forward.

Luke shook his head slowly, looking defeated. "I can't help you."

"But you're Luke Skywalker!" Rey exclaimed, surprised by his reluctance. "You're a Jedi!"

Luke's smile was rueful, like the words left a sour taste in his mouth. "I may have been, at one point, but no longer. Jedi don't hold a place in this galaxy. The ways of the Order are construed. Those that could do something, that could stop Snoke, are gone. Or in a bad way." He casts her a long glance. "You've come a long way for nothing. I'm sorry you wasted your time."

"But the First Order - " Rey started, but is cut off.

"-Won't be able to win forever." Luke shakes his shaggy peppered hair, looking more old and tired than anyone Rey had ever seen. "Even if they succeed now, they will ultimately be stopped, as is the will of the Force. Trust in it."

Rey is lost. "I don't understand..." she stepped closer to him. "How could you say that? Why can't you be the one to stop them? Why do they have to succeed first before they fail? Why won't you do anything?"

"I did do something," Luke said, looking at her, defeated. "I gave them everything they needed to destroy us all. I think I've done enough."

Rey's eyebrows pulled together tightly. "I don't understand..." She felt the Force fizzle around her, feeding off of the helplessness and fear settling in her belly. She stomped it down. She refused to give up. There had to be something that she should be able to do. If she is suppose to trust in the Force, something she didn't know she possessed until now, then that has to mean something. There is a reason she's learned about it now. She has to be able to help.

"No," she snapped, narrowing her eyes and widening her stance. "You haven't done everything. You are a Jedi! A keeper of the peace! You are suppose to stop those that are trying to destroy the galaxy, not turn away from them! Not let them gain power while you dawdle about! You have a responsibility! You have to do something! You have to fight!"

"I cannot," Luke said, sighing.

"Then instruct me how to use the Force and I will do it for you!" Rey yelled. Her eyes water up. Finn, Chewy, Han, and even Leia, whom she feels this strong connection to, she has to try and protect them. Them and everyone else. She won't abandon them! Not like she was abandoned. She won't be lost any longer. She will find where she belongs, helping others! If Luke couldn't find the strength to do something, than Rey would.

She owed it to the people who came back for her. She owed it to them. To Finn, who may not make it. To Han, who didn't. To Chewy, who lost his longtime friend. To Leia, who smiled thinly and held her close, whispering that Rey was safe and okay with them. To Poe Dameron, who immediately went to Finn's side, eyebrows pulled together in worry and fear and refused to leave his side. And even to Luke, who looked like he wanted to do something, but had spent so long beating himself up over the sins of his past, that he doesn't seem to know how to deal with it anymore.

Luke turned toward her, looking deep into her dark eyes, trying to see something. He narrows his eyes and stares at her. His eyebrows pull together tightly, trying desperately to see something in Rey.

"I can't," Luke said. "I can't train you."

"You have to!" Rey said, stepping up next to him now to grab his left arm. "You have to train me! If you don't own up to this, then I will." She stared up into his eyes, pushing the Force at him, not to hurt him, but to add weight to her eyes. She's not sure how she's doing it, simply that she is. He looked around, feeling the pressure, before looking back down into her eyes.

"You're..." His eyes light up, and for the first time since she first saw him, a flicker of life appears there, burning strongly even though it's so small. "You might just be the one I'm looking for." He smiled faintly at her. Sad, worried and concerned, but there is a flicker of hope. Rey didn't know what she said that changed his mind, or what he meant by his words, but she was glad for them.

She had sent word to Leia that she would be training with Luke, and that she would contact her as soon as she could, and their training began immediately. Time flew, and a few months passed. Rey learned the Jedi Code, and much about the Order. At least, what Luke learned in his many years of searching through old, lost temples both Sith and Jedi. She learned all about the lightsaber and how to make her own. Luke insisted that she keep the one she had, but make one that was specifically hers.

When she asked why he wouldn't take it back, he said, "You will need it, Rey. His lightsaber chose you for a reason. Keep it, and trust that it will guide you."

The training was hard. Brutal even. Rey has lived in a harsh environment for most of her life - all of her known life - but it was nothing compared to the rigorous hours of brutal training of the body and mind. She was never done. When she wasn't moving, or studying, she was meditating. Luke wasn't a kind teacher, but he wasn't overbearing either. He knew he had to be tough because while she was strong, she was years behind Kylo Ren. She was very strong in the Force, and her managing to beat him was a miracle.

"Someone very powerful is with you, young one," Luke said, but never elaborated.

It wasn't long after her training began that the nightmares began. They would happen while she was meditating or in the sparse times in which she actually slept. She didn't know what it was. They were images, feeling through the Force, and voices, all speaking at once, thousands of them, like a roar in her ears was enough to startle her awake every single time. It was like when she first felt Luke's lightsaber call out to her, when she reached out and touched it. It was much like that, but these lasted for so much longer, felt stronger, and left her shaken. She could pick out bits and pieces of what they were saying with the lightsaber, but not with her dreams. None of them made sense.

Luke tried to help her. He tried to get her to clear her mind, to meditate along side her, but it was impossible to get a read on them. Even with his help, they couldn't understand what she was seeing, only that it was influenced by the Force - as if it could have been anything else. But they couldn't figure out more, so Rey learned to live with it. She learned that sleeping would come in short, painful spurts and meditation was light, enough to bring her a bit of balance, but not to give her what she needed, in Luke's opinion.

Rey worked as hard as she could, thinking that she would be strong enough to understand what she was seeing if she had better control over her power in the Force, but it was like she was becoming more and more powerful faster than she was able to learn how to control it. Luke didn't know how to explain it and often spent time in old Jedi temples trying to find the answers, but they didn't have much luck with it.

Three and a half months into her training, Rey and Luke finally left to return to the Resistance. Leia had called, asking her to bring Luke back with her. So Rey turned to her master, looked into his steel blue eyes and said, "We have to go back." Maybe he was feeling more assured of himself, or perhaps he knew how stubborn she was in the short time they knew each other, but instead of being adamant about his solitude, as he had been, he nodded.

"Let's go."

It was then that the blur hit lightspeed and everything happened at once. Rey and Luke returned to the Resistance base, met with Leia where she went to speak with Luke alone, while Rey went to see Finn, who was thankfully awake and about now. He had managed to heal from his injuries with nothing but a massive scar across his back, she's told, and had spent the last few months going through physical therapy, since awakening.

He was happy to see her, and Rey practically threw herself into his arms. Once more, her friend had returned to her. Even if he didn't leave and come back, Kylo Ren tried to kill him and he managed to pull himself back. Poe Dameron was with him, both smiling wide and happily.

Poe sat by, smiling kindly, as Rey sat beside Finn and told him all about the Force. All about the things she learned and about Luke, even about her dreams. She never had this before. She never had someone who would sit by and listen to everything that she said, be interested in her life and want nothing in return from her other than friendship.

Finn listened, and asked questions, looking honestly intrigued and excited for her. Poe even joined in and she honestly liked him well enough. Finn seemed to really like him and enjoy his presence so she was willing to accept him too. Finn was her first friend after all. That, and BB-8 would hang around too. The little droid was excited to see her too, beeping happily up at her whenever she would smile down at him.

But she couldn't stay long. She had to leave with Luke only days after getting there. She was so strong in the Force - and so is Finn, it seemed but not nearly as strong as her - that she couldn't be on a Resistance base with Leia - who was also very powerful in the Force, Luke and Finn, they were all too strong, especially when together, to be able to be ignored by Snoke and Kylo Ren. They couldn't all be together.

Rey hated leaving Finn behind but Poe assured her that he would look after Finn while she was away.

After that, Rey and Luke went somewhere, somewhere... Rey doesn't remember. She knows that she was with Luke and something happened... someone came to them... said something, or did something. Luke told her to run. Told her she was the only one who would be able to save them. She had to leave and he would stay. She was the one that was meant to stop the evil coming. She had to live long enough to be able to do it.

She... she thinks that something happened to Luke. But she's terrified to try and dig around inside the Force to figure out what happened. She wanted to stay behind, to help Luke against... whatever it was, that was coming, but she couldn't. He forced her away. Yelled that she had to go now or everything would go to ruin. She didn't want to leave, tried to stay, but he wouldn't allow her to.

They were in a temple, she remembers. Somewhere Luke hadn't been before. They found something - an artifact of some sort? Rey can't remember - but then everything was going wrong. Being keener, Luke sensed something wrong first. What Rey felt was sickness. It crawled across her body, inside and out, making her shake and look about, paranoid. Luke jerked his attention deeper into the temple, eyebrows pulled together tightly, before turning to Rey and grabbing onto her arm tightly.

"You need to go," Luke said, pushing her toward way they came. "It's not safe here."

"Master, what is that?" Rey asked, looking up at him with large, dark eyes, feeling like a small child again, sickened to her very core. "Why can't you come with me?"

"You have to live. I will hold them off," Luke pushed her away from him, grabbing his lightsaber and igniting it, casting long green beams of light in the darkness around them.

"No," Rey said, stepping closer to his back. She choked a bit on her word, feeling the sickness in her throat. "I will stay with you. I will fight with you, Master."

Luke hesitated a moment, making sure they were still safe before looking over at her with bright steel blue eyes. There is a fire in them so strong, it heats the cold temple they were in, on a planet that lost it's name when the temple was abandoned one time or another many years before she was even born. Before he was even born.

"No, Rey, I need you to protect everyone. I need you to do what I could not. Stop the First Order, stop Snoke. I knew it the moment that I saw you, there was something familiar about you. Now I know, but you must find your answers elsewhere with Masters who will be able to understand you in a way I never could," Luke said staring into her eyes. "Go!"

"No, Master! I won't!" Rey yelled, grabbing her lightsaber strapped to her side and igniting the double blades, casting a blue light along with his green one. "I won't abandon you! I won't be abandoned either!" She felt angry tears well up in her eyes. The sickening feeling is getting worse and while Rey trembled at it's might, Luke held strong.

Luke smiled then. A sad, rueful smile filled with regret. "I'm sorry, Rey. I know you need this, but I can't give it to you. I can't be the person that you need, but they are out there. Those that can be the family you need. And maybe, in a different life, I can be. But not here, not now. You need to survive. The galaxy needs you to survive. I need it too."

She couldn't understand why he wouldn't allow her to stay. She couldn't understand what it was beyond that was so bad that she couldn't be allowed to stay and fight alongside her master. Her friend. Six months was the longest she had ever spend with another human being. Being a companion to them. A friend to them. And hew as asking her to give up the bond she was forging with him in a single instance with all of his backward talk and cryptic words.

She was nineteen years old, but felt like she was six again, watching as her life is once again ripped away from her. A frightening oblivion before her once more.

"I don't want to lose you!" Rey yelled, feeling the Force push hard against her. Her knees buckled a bit but she forced herself to keep planted, knowing it was Luke that was pushing her.

Luke's smile was calm, resigned even. "This isn't goodbye, Rey. There is no death, there is only the Force." That wasn't what she wanted to hear. It was scary enough that he would be fighting something that appeared to be sickening even to the Force itself, but the fact that he has resigned himself to die before it, made her that much more less willing to leave.

But the Force agreed with Luke. It wanted her to leave and even though Luke claimed she was soon to be more powerful than even he, she couldn't push back against his might. It was like the Force wouldn't allow her to join in this fight. It wanted her to live.

And it wanted Luke to die. Or, at least, sacrifice himself so that she may live.

She couldn't accept that. She wasn't going to let him leave her. Not without fighting tooth and nail for it. He was her family. He was the one that she had gotten the closest to. She liked Finn, he was her first friend and she missed him dearly, but Luke was her master. He showed her the way and even though their time together was short, she felt like she knew him all her life. She thought that he felt the same, but now he was saying goodbye - "this isn't goodbye, Rey" - like it all meant nothing to him. She could feel him closing off their bond, severing it from his end.

"No! No! Master Luke!" Rey launched herself toward him as the darkness leaks into her peripheral, surrounding Luke. He smiled back at her, turning to face whatever it was without an ounce of fear. The moment her feet lifted from the ground, the Force grabbed hold of her and threw her back toward the large concrete doors slowly groaning shut behind them.

It was like everything slowed in that moment. Tendrils of darkness begin to surround Luke, wrapping around him slowly, trying to avoid the light of his saber. Between the fingers of death, a small figure appears shining a pale blue light in the darkness. It's tiny, probably around the height of her knee should she have been standing next to it.

The artifact that Luke was holding in his left hand starts to glow as he whispered into it before dropping it to the little blue form that somehow caught it and vanished with it into nothing.

Rey hit the ground hard on the tailbone, sending a pain shooting down her legs. She ignored it, jumping to her feet and running toward the closing door, seeing the glow of Luke's lightsaber spinning around, cutting the tendrils to pieces before being swallowed by them. Through their bond, Rey could sense his pain, his agony, his regret - about everything. So much was left unsaid between them. Something that he wished he could have rectified, but in the final moments of their bond, he used that moment to tell her one thing:

"The life of a Jedi is that of sacrifice. For the Republic, for the Order, for the people, for each other. The life of a person is a pure mixture of sacrifice and greed. Don't let the Teachings dictate who you became. If the Force wanted you to be a perfect Jedi, it wouldn't have allowed the Order to be destroyed in the first place. It wants balance, equal parts good and evil. Find your path trusting yourself. May the Force be with you."

The severing of a bond, especially between Master and Apprentice is a pain unlike anything she had ever felt. It was like over the months Luke had a piece of himself growing in her. Not of her physical body, but of the part of her body the existed within the Force. It was something that naturally happened when people become close and are strong in the Force. Losing him was like taking a lightsaber and carving him out of her in the most excruciating way possible. Feeling Han die was painful, but feeling Luke be swallowed by this darkness was like a thousand sabers being shoved into her chest at once.

She folded her arms over her chest, feeling like that was the only way to keep the pieces together, and screamed. Her voice immediate cut through the otherwise silence of the temple and her voice in the Force rippled through it like a tidal wave. Millions of voices all collected within the Force scream out in pain and terror alongside her at once.

Something awakened, whether it was in herself, or in the Force, she doesn't know, but she felt something envelope around her. It was warm and protective and somehow familiar. She knew it was people, but she didn't know who. She never felt them in the Force before and even if she was coherent or rational enough to try and feel them out better, she knew that she never met them before, but knew that they were connected somehow.

Rey is on her knees on the cold concrete, her body bent over with her arms criss-crossed over her chest and her forehead pressed close to the rough ground. Her brown hair going a few inches passed her collarbone falling in smooth, messy curls from years of being twisted, falls over her shoulder and pools up around her head. She felt these people wrap around her, as if protecting her, and that's when she feels the sickness leaking out of the room in front of her, like poison seeping from Jakku grand viper's fangs. She raised her head slowly, heart pounding.

She doesn't see who is wrapped around her, but large, flat feet of something she doesn't recognize standing before her. It's colored a familiar pale blue with a glowing orb in it's hands. Something that it had to of gotten from Luke. Unlike the person, the orb is solid, not intangible. It holds the orb between two small, three fingered hands with long, sharp nails.

She doesn't see it's face, but hears it's voice through the Force. "Save us all, you will."

The orb begins to glow brightly, a rainbow of colors and the screaming in the Force is silenced in replace of a loving hum - then silence.


When Rey opens her eyes, she's laying on her side outside. She can hear the local wildlife around, definitely not something she heard when they approached the planet they were on. The thing that caught Luke's attention was that there was no life on the planet. Nothing whatsoever. Even the Force flowing through the planet and across it's surface was... somewhat stagnant. Like it was sick somehow.

Now, Rey can imagine how.

The pain and hurt Rey felt hits her full force in that moment, making her realize how weak her body is. It's like the Force has all but been sucked out of her body. She can barely see anything through her blurry vision. Just green. Something green in front of her, and there is coarse grass beneath her, scratching at her chest, neck, arms, stomach and cheek. It's annoying, especially when the wind catches it and pulls at the blades of green but she has absolutely no strength to move.

Her hearing is like through a tunnel, like her sense of sense through the Force. It's like everything is being diluted. Like she's buried ten feet beneath the sands of Jakku, hampering any input and output her sense might pick up. Even her sense of touch has diminished - although not enough to stop her from feeling that incessant prickling feeling from the grass.

She can hear something faintly, at the edge of her hearing. Like popping sounds that don't make sense to her, but somehow lull her to sleep. She feels a small brush at the corner of her brain through the Force, as if asking is she was alright. She didn't feel alright. She felt like she had gone through all of Luke's training super compressed into a single moment, wiping her out immediately. She's going to ache like she can't believe for a while to come, she just knows it. Whatever that orb did, it sucked all of her strength out of her, both of the body, mind and ability in the Force.

Luke...

She feels the piece of herself in the Force, faintly, and has to pull away. She touched a raw part and caused a flare up of pain and sensitivity, like when she was ten and tore up her knee really bad, trying to scrounge for parts in an old Imperial warship that the sands of Jakku revealed after years of coarse sand eroded away at the exterior. She scrapped her knee so bad, almost all the layers of skin to the bone were revealed. It was sensitive to the touch and she had to be careful to keep it covered and away from the same until it healed, she has a nasty scar there in remembrance.

In vein, she reaches out into the Force, hoping against hope that she would be able to find her master around her. She knew that he wouldn't be there, but when knowing it for certain with proof of his lack of presence, anywhere in the Force, through her sluggish connection, was enough to rip a broken cry from her mouth. It's weak and pathetic but only lasts a moment. All of her strength goes into that little cry before she blacks out once more.


"It's around here somewhere."

"You sure about that, Master? It's been hours since you supposedly felt something out here."

"It's around here," the first voice says, breaking through her weak veil of consciousness. They sound confident. Then indignant when they say, "And what do you mean 'supposedly'?"

"I'm sorry, Master, but we were in the thick of battle and you almost got your head blown off by a B-1 battledroid because you heard something through the Force. And that was hours ago! How are we to one; know that you actually heard something that was so quiet that you aren't even sure what it was, and two; still here even though it's been so long?" The second voice asks, not sounding apologetic at all. "And besides, if Master Obi-Wan didn't practically throw you to ground, you'd be dead."

"Hey!"

"Now, Ahsoka, I actually agree with Anakin, I sensed something faintly too."

"Now I'm sure you're both crazy-" the second, younger voice, sounding disbelieving before Rey feels, through the thick haze in her mind, someone step right onto her back, causing her to groan in pain. "By the Force! I stepped on someone!"

"Good job, Snips!"

"I'm sorry!" The weight on her back quickly moves off. "Oh no, something's wrong. She's not moving. Masters?"

"Let me look at her," the third voice says, softly turning Rey over from her back, causing her to roll onto her satchel uncomfortably. A moment later, it's pulled out from under and around her so that she can lay on her back. She opens her eyes, seeing nothing but a blur of color. Through the Force she senses something painfully familiar right in front of her.

Her master. She felt her master. She felt Luke!

"Master..." Rey slurs, her eyes drooping closed. "Master..."

"...an you hear me...?" the third voice calls, but the darkness starts to swallow her. The Force hums, lovingly as she falls, lost once more, into oblivion.