Enough was enough. She had spent all afternoon watching a motionless ball from across the room, just wishing it would move an inch. I'll watch you move alright, Rey thought, crawling towards the ball as fast as she could manage. She was clenching her teeth so hard she was afraid they would crack. Taking the ball into her hand, she whipped it across the room at full force. It crashed into the wall with a thud, creating a visible dent in the metal.
Coming down quickly from her burst of anger, Rey looked at the dent with shame. I'm acting like a child. How is that going to get me anywhere? I have to bury my anger if I want to succeed. I can't possibly meditate successfully if I keep acting like this. I need to calm down. This is important.
Rey didn't just have an ordinary meditation exercise planned, she was going to endeavor to do something greater. Something she had wanted to do for a while now, but had felt too nervous to even attempt. She was going to try to converse with the Voice.
So, she turned off the lights, sat down and began trying to reach out to the Voice with her mind. Hearing nothing but silence, she began to wonder if the entity was capable of conversing at all. Her thoughts turned desperate. Internally, she began begging for the Voice to respond to her plea. Still, she heard nothing. Finally, she could not hold back. The anger she had tried to bury began rising to the surface. Her thoughts turned hostile and threatening. "Voice, I swear you best not keep me waiting here for hours. I don't have time for that."
"Then I will not."
Rey was shocked. It was like a switch. The second she had channeled a bit of the rage she felt, the Voice had suddenly appeared in her mind. It took a second to get her wits about her, but she quickly fired off a question that had irked her. "Who are you?"
"Someone who wants to save the galaxy."
Not an answer Rey expected. Still, she pressed for more. "So you won't tell me who you are?"
"Who I am is irrelevant, you do not know me. Perhaps one day you will."
Despite the vague answers and the rough quality of the Voice, she did not feel malice when hearing it. "Why are you communicating with me?"
"I want to restore order to the galaxy and helping you is the way to do that."
"Helping me to do what?"
"Follow your path."
"My path as a Jedi?"
"Perhaps. If that is the path you will create."
"And what is this path that I will create?"
"That is up to you, the galaxy is at your fingertips."
The prospect of creating her own destiny, it sounded so vague, but very intriguing. Rey couldn't help but feel a little excited about the possibility. "Are you trying to tell me that I can do whatever I want?"
"Of course."
"If only that was true… I don't think I can."
"You can. You should. Rey, you are an unparalleled prodigy of the Force. It is your destiny to change the galaxy in all sorts of wonderful ways. If people will not listen to you, you can make them. Their minds will not resist you."
"Wait, what?" Rey's breathing quickened. "You mean influencing their thoughts with the Force?"
"If that is what you desire."
"Even if I wanted to, which I don't, I can't even levitate a ball anymore. Of course I can't do that."
"Of course you can. You just limit yourself Rey. They are weak and you are strong. You've done it before and you will do it again."
"But how?"
"The same way you did it before. By channelling your emotions. It was your love for your friends and your will to survive which aided you last time. Even your anger towards Kylo helped you defeat him. Use your feelings to your advantage."
Rey squirmed. "I'm not so sure. I've ready warnings about doing that."
"It is not for the weak of heart, certainly. But consider what would have happened if you had not harnessed that strength like you did."
Rey paused. "I understand your point. Still, it just seems wrong. I don't think I want to… I suppose I will only use it as a last resort."
"Please, do not be a prisoner here Rey. They depend on you too much. They are nothing without you. Trust yourself. Trust your emotions. They will set you free…"
Without even asking, Rey could feel that the Voice was gone. She slowly opened her eyes and reflected on the conversation as she stared into the darkness. To have such a presence on my side, it would be such an asset if what it says is true. However, some of its advice seemed pretty unsettling. First the strange theory about the Resistance's feelings towards me and now the suggestion to deceive my friends. It seems sinister... but what if it really is some force for light? It said that it wanted to save the galaxy and I didn't feel like it was lying. Also, I wonder what it meant about my destiny to change the galaxy... I'll trust it for now I suppose, but I'll be vigilant.
Her belly beginning to rumble, Rey decided to get up and head to the mess for dinner. After a day consumed by training, she realized she had neglected to eat. So she feasted on rations, all the while pondering about her conversation with the Voice and her future. For the first time since her arrival on D'Qar she eat a meal without Finn crossing her mind once.