A/N: The first inkling of this fic came to me about a year ago, when I was rereading Ella Enchanted and thought to myself that a young Oscar Isaac would have been the perfect person to play the prince. That initial image snowballed into something… quite different, but after a lot of writing and revising and Wookieepedia-ing, I've finally reached a point where I think it's ready to start posting.

Most of my alterations to Star Wars canon are pretty clear within the context, but I don't really explore the inevitable implications of Rey's absence from The Force Awakens in much detail. I'm working from a version of events where Poe and Finn don't lose track of each other on Jakku, they find BB-8 and still steal the Falcon, reuniting with Han.

Anyway. I'm absurdly proud of this fic. It's the biggest project I've ever undertaken, and I'm really, really excited to share it with y'all.

Master Luke took Rey away when she wasn't even 4 years old, and she did not understand why.

She clutched Leia tight, tears flooding her eyes as she begged Luke to reconsider, but Luke was not the only one who was adamant—Leia and Han kindly told her that she needed to go, that it won't be forever.

She looked Ben in the eye, willing him to protest, too. He'd been gone more and more, training with Luke and the other apprentices at the temple, but surely he still cared enough for her to be her ally in her moment of distress. There was a shade of unhappiness spreading across his features, but he said nothing except, "I'll miss you, Rey."

It was only a few years later, during one of Luke's many visits to Ahch-To, that she asked again why she couldn't return home with him, and he sighed softly, sadly. "I suppose it's time that I explain. I imagine you've assumed by now that it has something to do with your curse."

"Yes," Rey breathed, suddenly feeling self-conscious even though they were all alone on the island, far from the Lanais' settlement.

Strictly speaking, they did not know whether Rey's enchantment was a curse, although they always referred to it as such when she and Luke did speak of it. She was an infant when Luke discovered her, abandoned on the side of a river on an Outer Rim planet from which he'd sensed a strong energy in the Force. She was starving and wailing when he found her, and at first, he thought nothing of it when he told her to stop crying and she obeyed immediately. He brought her back to Han and Leia, asking them to raise her until she was old enough to train with him at his temple. But as her curse became apparent, the plan changed. Luke searched desperately for an explanation for Rey's forced obedience, but his research revealed no leads.

He only believed that it was not Jedi in origin. At one point, Rey had posited this idea eagerly, and Luke knelt down and held her arms gently, tenderly. He rarely touched her, and when he did, it was a passing gesture, correcting her posture or battle stance. Never did he touch her with such warmth. No Jedi would inflict this on anyone, let alone a young girl, he told her.

"A few weeks before I brought you here, Leia brought Ormes Apolin to dinner. He was the senator of Kuat, and he was…" Luke wrinkled his nose. "Awful. Leia didn't like him either, it was obvious, but his planet had been a close ally of the Empire, and the Senate thought it would be a meaningful, democratic gesture if we ate some food with him. Breaking bread with the heroes of the Rebellion and all that."

Luke rolled his eyes, and Rey giggled. If he could forget what a large role he'd played in the toppling of the Empire, she suspected he would.

"We were going to send you off to bed before dinner, but you sat up with us beforehand, and…" Luke's brow furrowed. "You spilled some water on Ben. It was a complete accident, you were just excited about the story the ambassador was telling. But Ben, he wasn't thinking, and he said, 'Spill somewhere else next time,' and—"

Rey finished the sentence when Luke seemed to hesitate. Ben had issued Rey a direct order, and so… "I had to spill more water."

"None of us realized what Ben had said in time, but I have to hand it to Apolin. He had you figured out in a matter of seconds."

It had only taken that one slip-up for Luke, Leia, and Han to realize how much danger Rey was in. How much danger the New Republic was in through them. It didn't matter how frivolous or serious the order—if someone instructed her to do something, she had to, and there were too many people in the galaxy who were bound to take advantage.

Luke hid her away, revealing to no one where he had taken her.

Not long after telling this story, he joined her on Ahch-To for good. He would not explain why until she was nearly grown.

Rey saw the ship well before Luke did. It landed near the beach, far from her hut and even further from Luke's perch higher on the mountain, where she knew he'd gone to meditate.

Many years before, Luke had issued one of his rare orders to her. If strangers ever arrive on this island, don't trust them, don't even reveal yourself to them. Not without very, very good reason.

What kind of reason is a good enough reason? Rey had asked, a little bewildered. It hadn't felt like much of an order, at the time, not with such a potentially massive caveat. She might think a person's smile, their gait was a good enough sign that they were friend, not foe.

You'll know it if you see it, he told her.

In that moment, she peered through her window, and she suddenly felt Luke's instructions as the imperative they had been. At the very thought of stepping outside – not even revealing herself, but simply leaving her hut – her stomach churned, her feet felt heavy and immovable.

A man emerged first. He had olive skin and dark, wavy hair that twisted and curled as the wind rushed through it.

Rey watched the man shout something into the ship before turning toward the path up the mountain; immediately, she ducked down, her curiosity about the stranger overtaken by her compulsion to follow Luke's instruction that she not reveal herself.

Some minutes later, she heard footsteps in the grass outside her hut—first growing louder, then, slowly, fading away.

For a few more minutes, Rey crouched low on her own floor, as though the stranger might reappear at any moment, but at last, she felt her muscles relax and she allowed herself to peer down at the ship again.

As she watched, a small, spherical droid disembarked. Admittedly, she could barely remember any droids – even Artoo and Threepio were only vague memories – but she was certain this was the smallest droid she'd ever seen. And following close behind—

"Chewie?" she whispered, disbelieving. Then did that mean…

"Han?" She felt strange about how hopeful her voice sounded to her own ears, especially because she hadn't seen him for 15 years. Especially because Han did not appear.

Lurking in the back of her mind—was this a good enough reason?

Her straining muscles told her no.

Nearby, a door slammed. She heard Luke's irritated voice, the voice of the stranger saying, "Master Skywalker, please, General Organa needs you."

She'd been so preoccupied with Luke that she hadn't heard Chewbacca's steps outside her hut, but she heard his roar, heard Luke exclaim, "Chewie?" quickly followed by, "Where's Han?" But the tone of his voice revealed to Rey immediately that he already knew the answer.

That. That was a good enough reason.

The pilot was named Poe Dameron. He could barely get complete sentences out of Luke, but it seemed to be more because Luke resented the request to join the fight, rather than because he felt any particular distrust toward the pilot himself. So Rey had no qualms about talking to their visitor.

And she did talk to him, a lot—after all, Luke had been her only true conversation partner for over a decade, the Lanais not much for everyday chit chat.

While she did not reveal the reason for her isolation – another one of Luke's orders, although she would have kept her forced obedience a secret anyway – she explained to Poe that she'd spent her early childhood with Han, Leia, and Ben, but that she'd been on Ahch-To for a vast majority of her life and knew little about the war that Poe was trying to pull Luke into.

"I'm sorry, did you say you grew up with Ben Solo?"

Rey's stomach dropped. Luke had told her, at last, what had happened between him and Ben, but so much time had passed since then; they had no idea who or what had become of him. "Yes, I did. Why, what's happened to him?"

Poe grimaced. "Well, he doesn't use that name anymore."

"I want to help the Resistance," Rey told Luke that night, long after Poe and Chewie had given up for the night and returned to their ship, Poe vowing to come back the next day.

"Don't- please don't make me have this argument," he said, his voice faltering over the beginning of an order. "You heard what he said about Ben."

Rey tried to brush past that as though it was nothing. "What about Ben?"

Luke rubbed his temple, exasperated. "If Ben discovers that you're helping the Resistance, all he needs to do is reveal your curse to the rest of the First Order, and you'll be as good as dead. The Resistance will be as good as dead."

She stammered toward an argument that lacked any substance, and she went to sleep that night feeling useless. What had been the point in Luke training her if she couldn't join in the fight?

Rey half-expected the Falcon to be gone the following morning, regardless of the pilot's apparent determination to stay for Luke. When she discovered they had stayed, she strode down to the beach, some bread in a sack for Poe and Chewbacca in case they hadn't anticipated a longer trip.

Poe was already awake. He sat perched on the rocks, overlooking the tempestuous waters that stretched out for an eternity beyond the island. Tentatively, Rey clambered up to join him, reluctant to ask for permission in case he told her to go away.

He didn't look at her, not at first, although he looked down at the piece of bread that she held out for him and she thought she saw the hint of a smile as he took it.

"Do you think he'll come with us?" he asked.

Rey's immediate instinct was no, although she wanted to think otherwise. She thought of Chewie and Leia, mourning Han's death, the Resistance hanging by a thread, and she wanted to believe that Luke could be convinced of his importance to the cause.

"I don't know," she allowed.

With what seemed like great hesitation, Poe told her, "I'm honestly still not sure I understand why the general thinks we need him so much. My parents told me about what he did for the Rebellion, and my mother even went on a mission with him once toward the end of the war, but he doesn't seem anything like what they described. It's like he wants the Jedi to fade into myth."

"I think he does," Rey murmured.

Luke had trained her, when she was younger, and she was a quick study. He swore off it after Ben. Though she gradually wore him down until he agreed to train her there on the island, they rarely talked combat strategy. Being a Jedi became – for Rey – little more than a way of looking at and feeling the world.

If Luke was to be believed, that was for the best.

Poe sat up straighter, looking at Rey at last. She met his eye and he looked puzzled. "Do you think there's any point in asking him to come with us?"

She realized abruptly what it sounded like, that she was essentially telling Poe that Luke was useless, and she rushed to clarify. "Oh, no, I didn't mean… If Master Luke agrees to help Leia, he might be exactly what the Resistance needs to stop the First Order. But you're right: he's not the man he used to be."

"The man who single-handedly defeated Darth Vader."

Rey smirked down at the bread in her hands. "There's a lot you don't know about Luke Skywalker, Poe Dameron."

"Oh?" He was smirking too. "Tell me about him, then, Rey—"

He paused, as though leaving space for her to fill in her name, and she assumed he intended it to be playful—a lot to assume of a near-stranger, so perhaps she just wanted to believe that he'd meant his tone to match hers. But it smarted more than she could let on, both because this was the first order he had unintentionally given her and because—

"Just Rey," she breathed, already feeling her stomach churn when she did not immediately launch into Luke's biography.

For his part, Poe sounded regretful as he said, "Oh. Well, could you tell me about Luke Skywalker, Rey?"

Her stomach calmed at once, and something else deeper within her calmed as well.

Rey tried not to feel envious as Poe recounted his time in the Resistance, how he became Leia's right-hand man. How he became the man Leia would entrust with the mission to Ahch-To.

But oh, did she envy him.

In her years spent on Ahch-To, Rey had come to love Luke like a father, but as a child, she had always loved Leia best. She had loved her quiet warmth, loved the way that Leia was tough, but not hardened. It took a very brave, very strong person to experience what Leia had, and to come out of it as soft and kind as she had.

The older Rey got, the more she ached over that relationship, which she regarded as stolen from her by the curse.

"Do you remember her well?"

"A little." Not enough. Looking toward Luke's hut and trying not to think of how unlikely it was, she said, "I'd like to see her again."

Poe was trying, yet again, to talk Luke into joining the Resistance, leaving Rey to her own devices. She confined herself to her hut, still feeling odd in BB-8 and Chewie's presence without Poe or Luke there.

She felt Ben well before she saw him—she felt a deep sadness and an anxiety that had always saturated the air around him, even when they were young.

Their eyes met, and she watched the confusion on his face, the gradual understanding as he frowned and breathed, "Rey?"

Swallowing, she whispered, "Ben."

His expression hardened, he turned away, and his face, the feeling of him, was gone.

"Luke!" Rey exclaimed at once. She clambered further away from where it felt – where she was almost certain – Ben had just been, tumbling out the door and falling to her hands and knees in the same moment that Luke rushed out of his own hut with Poe close behind.

"Rey?"

"I just…" She felt breathless and more than a little self-conscious that she was not talking to Luke alone as she said, "I just saw Ben."

Poe and Luke replied simultaneously—Poe, hand settling on his gun as he twisted around and asked, "What, here?" and Luke, squinting at Rey and reiterating, "You just saw Ben?"

She nodded weakly at Luke, then processed Poe's question and clarified, "Not… not here, exactly, it was just…" Rey held Luke's gaze and willed him to understand what she had experienced, willed him to have a coherent explanation. "I saw him. I felt him, and his energy, I know it was him. He felt… guilty about something, Luke, sadness and guilt that even hurt to feel through him."

Luke grimaced. Casting a glance at Poe – whose eyes were filled with concern, his stance confused as he hesitated over whether to leave Rey on the ground or help her to her feet – Luke said, "Dameron, Rey and I need to talk. Alone."

Not that there was much Luke could say. He had read about Force bonds, of course, and with what little he knew, he was inclined to believe this was the connection that Rey had experienced. But he couldn't begin to guess why it was connecting them, or why it had just manifested for the first time.

He didn't articulate the fear that had to be hanging over both of their heads—that if it happened again… if it happened enough… Kylo might attempt to use Rey's curse to the First Order's advantage. Whether such an order would hold any power over her, they had no idea, but frankly, they had to assume the worst.

All Luke could say…

Do not attempt to develop this. Do not seek it out. Ben – Kylo – was not to be trusted.

"When you were explaining the Jedi to me, you didn't mention that you are one," Poe told her the next morning. They sat, once again, on the rocks beside the water, splitting more bread between them.

"Who's to say I am?"

Poe shrugged. "How else would you explain your vision of Kylo Ren yesterday?"

She wasn't certain how to answer, at first. "Luke and I don't know what that was, exactly, but I don't think it happened because I'm a Jedi."

He chuckled as though she had somehow caught herself. "So you are a Jedi."

"Depends on your definition," Rey hedged. Almost in spite of herself, she was amused by both his curiosity and persistence. And she had to concede that Poe had been quite forthcoming with her and Luke; it felt unfair to keep everything from him, even if some of her secrecy was necessary. Perhaps that was why she asked, "How much has Master Luke told you about the Force?"

"Not much. He still hasn't told me much of anything." Poe hesitated. "I thought that I'd eventually be able to ask him about the Force tree back home, but I don't think that's going to happen. And my only real takeaway from you is that it sounds an awful lot like magic, but you say it's not."

Rey glanced over Poe's shoulder, toward Luke's hut above them, and she considered what she should say next.

"Close your eyes," she said at last.

Poe immediately did so, and Rey felt a twinge of joy that he'd taken her instruction – her order – so easily, even as he asked, "Why?"

"We're meditating," she told him, as though it should be obvious.

"Oh, I see." Poe's lips were curled into a wry, easy smile.

Slowly, hesitantly, Rey reached out and took his half-eaten bread from his hands and rested it in his lap. She gently set one of his hands, then the other, on the cool, damp rock.

To Rey, meditation had long been as automatic as breathing, so that trying to imagine how to walk Poe Dameron through it proved difficult—particularly because she wasn't sure whether he would feel anything.

Quietly – so quietly that she was almost worried the sound of the waves would drown her out – she told him, "Breathe. Slow, deep breaths."

She tried to remember the last time Luke had done this with her. For years, now, they mostly meditated separately, but they had truly grown close through meditation, through Luke training her to lean into her Force sensitivity.

Its innate intimacy only struck her as she guided Poe to sit still and straight, adjusting his posture and the tilt of his head as he breathed.

Finally, Rey was satisfied, and she settled back down beside him, closing her own eyes. She breathed slowly, aware of a shiver spreading from her shoulders and into her arms, stirring up goosebumps, but she pushed her mind past that and said, "Allow yourself to feel the rock beneath your fingers. The fabric of your clothes, settled against your skin. The wind, curling through your hair and rushing around you. The water lightly spraying your face as it strikes the rocks below."

Poe said nothing, and Rey allowed silence to hang over them for some moments as she did think about the feeling of herself sitting on that rock, of the breeze on her face.

"Lean into your other senses. Do you hear anything? Smell anything?"

He sounded breathless. "Yes."

"Tell me," she prompted.

Again, his reaction was immediate, and Rey's breath caught in her throat. "I hear the water splashing against the rocks." Pause. "I hear the baby porgs in that nearby nest calling out for breakfast. I smell… the rocks. I think it's the rocks. It smells hard and metallic and it feels like it's caught at the back of my mouth."

He trailed off and didn't say anything else, but Rey smiled. "Good. Now I want you to take that awareness of everything around us – the water and the rocks and the wind – and try to reach out further, feel beyond it. Feel and hear and see beyond it."

Rey fell into it easily, immediately. Turning her senses over to the Force always felt like she was submerging herself in comfortingly warm water, and she became aware of a million things at once—the clouds meandering across the sky; sprouts emerging from the grass on the other side of the island; one of the Lanais lighting a fire to cook breakfast.

"Now," she murmured, "Tell me what you see."

When he didn't speak for some time, Rey expected him to say that he didn't know what she wanted from him. That he couldn't see anything.

"Oh," Poe said at last. Surprise saturated his voice.

"Tell me," Rey said again, even quieter this time.

He swallowed hard next to her. "I see… the whole island, the water churning around it. I see birds, and insects, and…"

Just as he hesitated again, Rey felt the pull of them, perched on the rocks. She watched herself from outside of herself, her eyes shut, before her gaze turned to Poe beside her. His eyelids fluttered slightly but remained closed, yet Rey felt as though he was staring at her, into her.

She felt the tips of his fingers against hers on the rock.

"This is the Force?" Poe asked.

"This is the Force."

Kylo appeared immediately after Rey had had another argument with Luke about helping the Resistance.

She'd stormed off to an isolated cave that she had found as a child, where she'd gone to pout after many a disagreement with Luke. When she was young, it had felt snug, secretive, but now that she was grown, it barely provided enough cover to shield her from the rain falling from the sky.

"I have missed you, Rey."

She could barely stand to look at him, even though the peculiar experience of this Force bond compelled her to look his way. But his words stung, a hurtful echo of his last words before Luke took her away, so that she found she couldn't bring herself to muster a response beyond, "Did you kill him?"

"Kill who?"

"Your father."

He steeled his expression and stood a little taller. "Yes."

Rey could feel the disgust on her face, strong enough that she didn't know how to reply—not least of which because she still felt uncertainty clinging to him.

Before she could determine what to say, though, Kylo spoke up again. "I wish you would join me, Rey."

"You…" She frowned at him and leaned forward. "You wish?"

Kylo knew what Rey was getting at without her having to say any more. "I have no interest in forcing you to join me. When I convince you, it will be your choice alone."

She threw a stray rock at his stomach, but he was gone, and the rock soared over the edge of the cliff.

"Luke isn't coming."

Rey had been expecting Poe to give up, but she wasn't expecting it to hit when she arrived with breakfast.

In part because they'd developed a routine. Telling her that he'd given up… that most certainly broke their routine.

"What's convinced you?" she asked, instead of agreeing or disagreeing.

Poe shrugged. "I don't know. I can just feel it. He's not coming, and I'm of more use to Leia if I can get back to the Resistance."

"Right. Okay." Rey blinked down at her bread before awkwardly holding it out to him.

His next words surprised her. "Maybe you could come, though. Just because the Resistance can't have Luke Skywalker, it doesn't mean we can't get the help of a Jedi."

And Rey tried not to read too much into the hopefulness that she detected in his voice, but she couldn't exactly ignore her own anticipation.

"I'd need to talk to Luke."

She didn't ask to leave—she told him she was going.

It seemed that he understood the futility of arguing with her, and she braced herself for potential orders.

You will not go.

Don't bring it up again.

"Okay."

Luke noted her expression, and Rey didn't even have to prompt him to clarify. "If circumstances are as bad as Dameron says, it might not matter, soon, whether I try to protect you and the Resistance. Perhaps you'll prove to be what they need. And who knows—maybe you'll have better luck breaking the curse out there."

Rey couldn't help but stare at him, still disbelieving.

"Fine," he said, exasperated. "Just to show you how serious I am, I'm going to give you something I've been holding onto for a few years too many."

Gingerly pulling away a rock in his wall, he revealed a hidden compartment, and the light saber stored inside.

She took it from him tentatively, as though it might break in her fingers. Her anxiety was understandable—it had been years since she'd touched a saber. "This isn't yours," she breathed.

Not only did she know this because Poe had brought Luke's to Ahch-To – for all the good it did him in convincing the old Jedi to join the cause – but she had seen Luke's saber plenty as a child, admired its bright blue hue and sleek casing.

He smiled kindly. "Its previous owner gave it to me for safe keeping, but that's a story for another day. In the meantime, I suspect that you might not be the only one who could make good use of a saber in this war."

These words were still ringing in Rey's ears as she reached the Falcon and told Poe the news.

Rey had not been in space since Luke brought her to Ahch-To, and she initially tried to conceal her astonishment as they left the atmosphere.

But then she glanced over at Poe and saw him watching her with affection.

"I always wanted to learn to fly," she said quietly.

Poe's eyes shone. "I imagine we can make that happen."

She worked very hard to refrain from laughing. "You'd just like the excuse to show off."

"There's a reason they say I'm Leia's best pilot," was all he said in response. Poe flashed a smile at Rey, and she was, annoyingly, endeared.

They arrived in the middle of a massive evacuation. Poe had been prepared to cloak the Falcon as soon as they left hyperspace, yet they barely escaped the scans of the First Order's fleet.

"Where are we?" Rey whispered, as though the First Order might hear her.

Poe glanced between the First Order and Resistance fleets, then to the planet below. "I'm honestly not sure. The general had a temporary base picked out for us, and she was hoping to be there by the time I got back, but she said it was a jungle planet, and that down there looks like—"

"Ice," Rey said. "Are you sure we're in the right place?"

As though the fleets weren't a dead giveaway, Poe held up a small ornament that Rey had noticed around his wrist. She had not noticed it blinking until now. "Homing beacon guiding us back to Leia. We're in the right place. I'm going to try to contact the main ship and figure out what we should do."

He wasn't expecting Leia to be the one to answer his hail, but—

"Dameron, you sure are cutting it close."

Rey tried not to laugh as he said, "Sorry, General, we came as soon as we could."

"Is it too much to hope that my brother is included in that 'we'?"

Poe shook his head as though Leia could see him. "I'm afraid not, General, but I'd say we can still call the mission a success. I've got Rey with me."

"Rey?" Leia repeated.

Tentatively, with an encouraging nod from Poe, Rey said, "Hi, Leia."

Silence on the other end for a few moments, and then: "I'm sending you some coordinates on the planet below. Meet us there, and then we can discuss this."

The First Order did not catch onto the Resistance's cloaked escape vessels until the crew had reached the base on the planet of Crait, so, after destroying the Resistance fleet above, a brief battle commenced from the old, abandoned base, giving the Resistance enough time to flee on the Millennium Falcon.

Poe complimented Leia on the strategy, but she didn't even hear him—as she stepped onto the Falcon and reached the cockpit, she zeroed in on Rey immediately, pulling her into a hug and clutching her tight.

"I'd hoped Luke was with you," she breathed, so quietly no one around them could hear. "I hated the idea of you on some other planet, alone, not knowing what had happened…"

Standing back slightly, Leia ran her hands over Rey's arms, looking her in the eye. There was so much warmth in her gaze, but worry, too. Still looking at Rey, she said, "Dameron, could you leave us a minute?"

Poe looked between Rey and Leia, bewildered. "You're seriously asking me to leave you alone on my own ship." When Leia didn't contradict this, he shook his head. "Why do I get the feeling I'm missing something, here?"

As soon as he was gone, Leia sat down in the pilot's seat, gesturing for Rey to sit as well.

"So, I suppose that answers my question of whether you and Luke told him about the curse."

Rey grimaced and shook her head. "Luke forbid me from telling anyone almost as soon as he brought me to the island. And he didn't seem eager to tell Poe, so I didn't want to push him." And Poe certainly wasn't going to deduce it any time soon, not when he never accidentally ordered her to do anything. Not once, since his very first slip-up.

What a shame that one of her favorite things about Poe Dameron was also the thing preventing her from revealing a crucial truth about herself, a truth about herself that she longed for him to know.

"Luke didn't want to warn Dameron about the curse, but he also saw fit to send you to the Resistance." Leia said it as a statement, but there was an implied, Why the hell did he do that? in there.

"He pointed out that if circumstances are as desperate as it seems, my curse probably couldn't do anything much to exacerbate your problems. And he… he can't bring himself to leave the island, not after everything that happened." Briefly, Rey allowed these words to hang in the air, and she and Leia shared a moment of deep, unspoken sadness. "So I'm the closest thing you've got to a Jedi to face Kylo and Snoke."

"That's not… entirely true," Leia said carefully. "Before he left to find Luke, Poe was detained on a First Order ship, and he was rescued by a defecting stormtrooper. It appears that the stormtrooper – Finn – is Force-sensitive; he sensed Luke's saber and Dameron reports that he's fairly adept with it. But he hasn't trained—my son's already beaten him once, and it nearly killed him. He spent the past several days in a coma."

Frankly, Rey was stunned that this Finn had not been killed. She hadn't just felt Kylo's anxieties and regret over killing his father; she had felt his power, too, almost overwhelming even from across the galaxy.

It struck her, then, that Leia had mentioned Force sensitivity.

"Leia, the ex-stormtrooper isn't the only one in the Resistance's ranks whose Force sensitivity has been awoken."