[The appearance of a child fills him with dread, moreso the state she seems to be in. A conscious part of him understands that he can't possibly be awake at the present and yet -- everything feels so real. There is a weight to the small girl's hand when it wraps around a few of his fingers -- it is much to small to encompass any significant portion.
He stares dumbly in the direction of the growl, but allows himself to be tugged nonetheless.]
This--what's going on?
[There is a mixture of fear and anger in his voice. Why is he seeing this girl -- Rey? Kira? He can't even tell anymore. What are they running from, and -- why? Like this?
He'll find you echoes again in the back of his head. If this was Kira, could she be talking about Snoke?]
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He stares dumbly in the direction of the growl, but allows himself to be tugged nonetheless.]
This--what's going on?
[There is a mixture of fear and anger in his voice. Why is he seeing this girl -- Rey? Kira? He can't even tell anymore. What are they running from, and -- why? Like this?
He'll find you echoes again in the back of his head. If this was Kira, could she be talking about Snoke?]
He can't find us where we are.