Uncle Luke dies.
He did not die fighting, which is a surprise to everyone. There was no war, no villain, no one he protected.
There are no signs of illness or cardiac failure. He was just dead.
It seems the Jedi Master simply decided it was time to leave.
You wait for the sadness to hit you. It does not. Instead, you are filled from head to toe with an unshakeable calmness.
Your mother gives a speech to those who will listen. It's a good speech. She is funny at the right moments, sad when she needs to be sad, and ultimately uses her brother's death as means to promote democracy and the Light.
Later on that night, you observer her watching a hologram of the three of them. She is in the center (as always). Han and Luke flank her, wearing medallions. They are young, uncomplicated, in love, and happy. Your mother feels your presence and turns to look at you. She isn't shielding her emotions at all; she all but flings them at you through the Force.
Sadness. Nostalgia. Anger. Disappointment. Heartbreak. Frustration. Grief.
But your calmness is an impermeable layer to these emotions, the right emotions, the Light emotions. The Dark never let you feel grief over death, just anger. You do not feel anger either.
You have to leave. You hear her sob as you run out of the compound.
You try to be sad- you walk through the base and summon up all the memories you have of Luke. Of being loved, of being overlooked in the name of impartiality, of fights, of family dinners- it all rushes towards you, and yet there is no sadness or anger.
Maybe Rey is wrong. Maybe there is no such thing as a full recovery from the Dark. Maybe, no matter how hard you try, your heart will stay stone.
Forget the Dark. Forget the Light. Nobody else ever has to pick a side. You should just leave, become a farmer, and live the rest of your days alone. That is what stone-hearted people should do, right?
You're in front of Rey's door. You did not realize that you were walking there.
You go in to tell her your horrible truth and your decision. The door is not locked.
She's sitting on the edge of her bed laughing. Luke is there- blue and transparent, but he is there. He turns to you, smiles, and dissapears. You sit down next to her. When someone is as Force-sensitive as Rey, greetings are frivolous.
"When Leia told me what had happened," She glances at you, "The Light gave me such a sensation of peace."
You say nothing.
"Your lack of grief does not mean you have failed." A small smile, "It means you have succeeded. Only a true Jedi understands that death is never the end."
It is not until she wipes your face with her sleeve that you realize you are crying.