The Falcon set down a few yards from the farm. Lump had spotted it, just as Zed had told Rey, and he selected their landing location so as not to disturb the sand around the old outbuildings. Rey emerged from the ship slowly, her hands trembling. This was it, the place she'd been searching for; she knew it as soon as her feet touched the ground. She could feel it. A tragedy had happened here, something she couldn't name. The place seemed to vibrate with sadness and loneliness and longing.

She moved, very quietly, never speaking, toward the main part. The living area, she realized, as she looked down into the dugout, now filling with sand. What might it have been to be a child growing up here? Was Luke loved? Had his guardians cared about him? Did he have to work hard to survive out here? She supposed so; she'd grown up in a desert too, and she knew that every sip of water was a gift. This old moisture farm must have been a source of pride for whoever the adults in Luke's life had been.

Rey found a sheet of metal and let herself slide down into the living space of the farm. She pictured Luke as a child, trying to play here; as a teenager, learning to be a man here. What would the people who raised him think of how he turned out? She hoped they'd be proud.

There was nothing left of the farm worth taking, not even a trinket. Scavengers – they had been here, many times over the decades. She would have done the same, of course. There was no blame.

Finally, Rey realized that there was nothing left to do but what she had come for. She gave herself a push and leapt out of the dugout in one bound. It was useless to pretend she didn't have her abilities: foolish because Lump and Alik both knew what she was capable of, and foolish because they were both inside the ship. She'd asked them to give her this time to herself, and they obliged.

She knelt on the warm sand and drew out the two Skywalker sabers, along with a cloth from the Falcon. Leia would like something of Han's. Rey wrapped the sabers together in the cloth and tied it shut with a bit of twine. It hurt to lay the bundle on the ground, knowing that she never intended to return here. Whatever belonging she would find, it lay ahead and not behind. Using the Force, she pressed the little bundle back into the sand, and it sank, deep into the surface where the scavengers would not find it. Deep where the winds would not expose it. Deep where the memories it contained could be protected, secured, and guarded in love forever.

In her mind's eye, she pictured Luke and Leia watching her. They'd be proud. She'd make them proud. She'd honor what they'd lived and died for. Ben was gone but she remained – she remained because Ben was gone. They'd poured all their hopes into him and he into her, and now she had to live up to it for all of them.

A sound forced her head up. For an instant, she thought it was Lump coming to check on her, but she knew he would respect her wishes. No: it was an old woman, bent by time and wrinkled by the twin suns above, leading a pack animal Rey could not name.

"It's been so long," the old woman muttered. It was clear that Rey's intrusion into the woman's trudge home was not welcome. "Who are you?"

"Rey," she answered. But something else tugged at her, something she'd been wanting to say aloud for months now.

"Rey who?" the old woman snapped.

She hesitated. She could almost feel her masters behind her, urging her on. Say it, they seemed to whisper. "Rey Skywalker," she said at last. A weight seemed to lift from her; it felt right, and it felt good. She would have chosen that family, would have chosen Ben if she could. Had chosen Ben. Skywalker felt right.

The woman moved on without reply. It didn't matter who she told, if she told anyone, if she had anyone to tell, that there was someone at the Skywalker farm who called herself by that name. Rey would be gone long before anyone else came out to see what was up. She drew her own saber and ignited it, its golden blade bright in the dusk. Enough adventures, Alik had said; perhaps he was right. She extinguished it again and returned to the ship, pausing for just a moment to memorize the sight of the vanishing farm and the suns sinking above her.

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Lump couldn't make sense of what she was saying. You're going to Naboo, he repeated, as if her words were gibberish. They sat together on the steps into the Falcon, waiting doe Alik to return from an errand.

She squeezed his hands in hers. "I need to find my family."

What family are you going to you find there? We're your family, Lump said. He shook his head and sighed. Just come back with me to Kashyyyk.

Rey drew in a shaky breath. "Yes, you are." She chose her words very carefully. "But that's just it. I'm twenty-one years old: to your people, that's still literally a baby. Even if I live to be old, you'll still be young."

She looked down at their hands. They were each clinging to one another, squeezing so hard it almost hurt both of them. No one had ever been as kind to her as had Chewie and Malla; no one had shown her so completely what it was to have a partner. "I want what your parents have. And I can't have that on Kashyyyk."

He gave a long, sad sound and lifted a large hand to pet her head. They sat there in silence for several moments, thinking. They'd been through a lot these months, and Rey was grateful for a friend like him. A brother.

"And you need to go home and find that girl with the honey-blonde fur," Rey said, at last. If Wookiees could blush, Lump did then.