[ Wake up, he says, and Kira's hiccuping slows, starts to even out. Something in that sticks out in her mind. Snoke is closing in, a pressing darkness closing in around them. She can't stop him. She hasn't been able to stop him since …
Since this.
It's not Rey anymore in his arms. Not the little girl. Kira in the inky cloak of her First Order robes is instead nested in Ben's arms, wrapped up in him, staring at the door of the AT-AT. ]
I can't.
[ She tells him, her voice sharper. Crisper and certain. ]
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Since this.
It's not Rey anymore in his arms. Not the little girl. Kira in the inky cloak of her First Order robes is instead nested in Ben's arms, wrapped up in him, staring at the door of the AT-AT. ]
I can't.
[ She tells him, her voice sharper. Crisper and certain. ]
It won't stop him.