Rey and Ben sat cross-legged on the grass facing one another. The fragments of metal that would become their lightsabers lay between them on a cloth. The crystals, still joined, lay in the middle. Rey had taken her pieces from her staff, and Ben had gathered his from the Falcon. He never wanted to forget his last conversation with his father.

"Ready?" Rey asked. He nodded, and they both closed their eyes, tuning their thoughts to the Force. In unison, they each raised a hand, and the crystals rose from the ground to float between them. Rey could sense every facet of the crystals and exactly where one ended and the other began. Her crystal felt warm and soft. It called to her in a voice strange and familiar at the same time. She reached out to Ben to see if he had found where the crystals were joined, too. He responded with a gentle pressure, and they both bent their focus on the crystals.

Their hands came so close they almost touched, and their brows furrowed in concentration. The crystals began to tremble and glow, one side taking on a faint golden hue. Rey and Ben increased the pressure on the crystals, and suddenly they split with a soft pop, each crystal flying into its respective hand. Rey opened her eyes to see her crystal. She grinned. "Ben, it's yellow!"

He was staring at his in confusion. "Mine's...still white."

"What?" She came to her knees so she could see the crystal cradled in his palm. It was white, brilliantly so. But there was no doubt that it belonged to him. She could sense his courage, his stubbornness, his determination in that crystal.

"I don't understand, it's supposed to take on a color," he said.

"Maybe yours is just white," Rey replied. "It's not impossible, right?"

"No, I've just never heard of anyone with a white lightsaber before. I thought it would be blue, like my first one."

"Perhaps it's because of how much you've changed since then," Rey said. "That crystal belongs to you, we can both sense it. I'm sure everything's fine."

He glanced up at her. "Yeah, you're probably right." But her words could not erase the seed of doubt in his heart.

"So do we start building them now?" Rey asked, enthusiasm sparkling in her eyes. She could hardly wait until she held her own saber in her grip.

"Yeah, it's hard to explain, but the Force helps you know what pieces should go together. It's like a puzzle."

Rey nodded, her mind already spinning with the possibilities. "Let's do it."

They both sunk back into the Force again, letting it flow through them. One by one, the fragments before them rose and clicked into place around their crystals. When Rey could sense it was finished, she opened her eyes and let it settle into her palm. Ben was still working, his brow furrowed, beads of sweat on his forehead, so she stayed silent. She looked it over, admiring it. It's perfect. Then she frowned. Not quite. She unwound a strip of leather from the handle of her staff and wrapped it around the grip of her lightsaber. There. She couldn't help but smile at it.

Ben's last piece clicked into place, and he opened his eyes, his new lightsaber dropping into his hand. It was sleek and weighty, and it balanced perfectly in his grip.

Rey raised an eyebrow. "Decided to stay with the crossguard, I see."

Ben shrugged. "What can I say, I kinda like it."

They ignited their lightsabers and gazed up the length. Rey was completely awestruck. It felt like an extension of herself in a way neither Luke's nor Leia's had. Ben's saber was, indeed, white. He wasn't at all sure how that had happened, but decided it didn't really matter. The saber was his, and its blade held steady, not like the crackling, unstable mess his last lightsaber had been.

Rey's eyes locked with his between the blades of their lightsabers, a mischievous glint in them. "Shall we test them out?"

"Absolutely."