[ The comparison to his former master should sting, and yet it never burrows beneath her skin despite the injustice she regards it as, believing him to be unfair for relating her need for an end to her pain as anything close to Snoke's manipulative orders to slaughter his father. Beneath her deadened stare, something else dares to spark instead. Remembrance. Sentiment. She buries that quickly, just as he had buried Han Solo, Leia, Finn.
Han Solo is gone. It rests on her tongue, a segue into reiterating that she is much the same as Han — gone, left behind for the same ambition he faults Snoke for having possessed — but she can't bring herself to say it. It does too much damage, too much disrespect, to a man that had done too much for her. ]
Han Solo meant something.
[ To him — more than she had, her anger tells her. She isn't speaking solely of herself, of the galaxy, of Leia — but even that is true. Rey is no one now as she had been no one then, finding her only worth in retribution on Kylo Ren and the First Order. At the end of it all, however, they both know there would be no one left to miss her. No one to truly remember her. ]
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Han Solo is gone. It rests on her tongue, a segue into reiterating that she is much the same as Han — gone, left behind for the same ambition he faults Snoke for having possessed — but she can't bring herself to say it. It does too much damage, too much disrespect, to a man that had done too much for her. ]
Han Solo meant something.
[ To him — more than she had, her anger tells her. She isn't speaking solely of herself, of the galaxy, of Leia — but even that is true. Rey is no one now as she had been no one then, finding her only worth in retribution on Kylo Ren and the First Order. At the end of it all, however, they both know there would be no one left to miss her. No one to truly remember her. ]