inappropriately timed force bond moments (both nsfw and humor approaches)
dream-sharing
emotional bleed/transference (from rey, involving other parties)
inappropriate force bond voyeurism on rey/poe or rey/finn
mid-conversation force bond interruption
The Rise of Skywalker- Cross-galaxy chase of the Resistance
anything related to ben solo, but especially:
snoke confessionals with family or friends of family
returning to the light
smuggler life style
jedi knight ben
resistance-fighter ben
The Rise of Skywalker- Force Ghost communications w/ Rey
anything related to supreme leader kylo ren, but especially:
fall via coup
resistance fighter reconditioning (gen or nsfw)
force ghost visits from anakin/luke/rey/leia/snoke
defeat by the resistance, and subsequent aftermath
The Rise of Skywalker- Mole Discovery w/ Hux
canto bight:
shady weapons deals
picking up prisoners
recruitment
obligatory dinner party
general casino shenanigans
beach party
basically any reason you can think of to use canto bight as a setting piece
A note on romance: I will ship all of the new trilogy characters with Kylo Ren (except Snoke/Family). But I have no interest in exploring domestic-style takes on them. Thank you for understanding.
[Kira disappears from his arms, and Ben suddenly finds himself alone in that darkness, all details of the AT-AT now gone from his vision. His heart pounds for a long moment while the sound of silence rumbles with the echo of his name. He feels something in his chest seize painfully when the clutch of Kira's hands disappears. He can see his breath in the cold void.
But he does not snap awake the same way Kira does -- his slumber continues, deeply induced, and no familiarity comes to rescue him from it.]
Kira?
[He mumbles it from the cockpit, barely able to be made out for the word that it is, though her name echoes in the blank space of his subconscious. The darkness is suffocating, but he is paralyzed to move -- like anything might trigger the return of that growl.
Back in the Falcon, he remains fast asleep on the bench, rigid as death itself, but twice as pale and clammy.]
[ Every breath weighs heavy in her chest as she tries to come back to herself, trembling and nervous, but the feeling of despair hasn't faded. The telling sense of Snoke's presence is gone from her mind, but still thick in the air. She grabs onto the edge of the bunk and uses it to steady herself, to stand.
She hears something from the other room. 'Wake up,' Ben had said in her dream, as if he knew. As if he felt it. He'd spoken before, about her nightmares — had he been in her mind? Had he been real? She clutches at her chest, fear tightening its grip around her heart. If he was real, then he had seen ...
She tears off out of the room to find him there prone on the bench, clammy and paralyzed and clouded in the Dark. No. A rank possessiveness seizes hold of her — Snoke cannot have him. This one thing cannot be made his when her entire life already is. She crouches beside Ben, grabbing for his shoulders and shaking him. ]
Wake up! [ It's a shouted order. ] Wake up, dammit.
[Ben jerks awake with a shout, struggling to fight Kira off of him and pressing his back into the bench in an attempt to get away. His hands are shaking quite badly, and he doesn't seem to notice it right away until Kira's face swims back into focus. He is breathing hard and fast enough to cause pain in his chest, and one shaking hand presses there to try and calm it all.
That is about the moment he realizes that he is no longer dreaming -- that those things he was seeing are gone, and the pressing, knowing darkness was little more than a nightmare. He still have to wipe his face clean of sweat -- and when he does that, he realizes how sick he must look.
He looks at Kira, unsure how to react. It was just a dream, after all. How was he supposed to explain all of that?]
[ She wrestles him. Ben Solo is massive, admittedly, but Kira is dense. She gets a hold of his wrists that keeps him from shoving her away, pinning him against the bench until he has regained his sense and anchored himself in the waking world. The sympathy in her expression is buried beneath cold necessity.
He doesn't know. Of course he doesn't know. No one had ever bothered to give him the tools. She'd felt the Force in him the first time they'd met. Surely Snoke could sense it too. His interest in discouraging Kira from pursuing Ben Solo went further than discouraging her weakness and far into Snoke's own ambitions. A sick feeling swelled in her gut as she considered the very real possibility that he meant to replace her. ]
We have to leave. Now. [ She gets to her feet, pulling away from him and glancing at the cockpit. ] Stop the refueling. Whatever they've already pumped in will suffice to get us away from here. We will deal with the matter of you invading my mind once we are clear of Hapan space.
[You can't just drop a bomb on him like that, Rey "Kira" Lastname. He's most certainly hung up on it, but he'd been wanting to leave Hapan space since last night -- like something had been trying to warn him. After that dream, he is more certain than ever that leaving is the right call.
He'll just. Ignore that last part.
So, still beleaguered from sleep, Ben stumbles to his feet and cracks his spine once before heading down the gangplank to finish business with refueling. He's still rubbing his eyes free of sleep (or trying to massage the bags under his eyelids away) when he returns to the cockpit to get the Falcon into the air.]
[ Kira is already in the cockpit when he returns, seated in the pilot's chair and operating the instrument panel for pre-flight checks. When she sees him join her, she starts the engine priming. It's as sure as sign as she'll get that they're no longer at risk of exploding hyperfuel. ]
I warned you.
[ She can't help but feel bitter about it. Resentful that he hadn't listened when she told him they'd never be able to keep outrunning Snoke. ]
That was him. He'll have someone looking for us. Maybe he won't spare a whole ship, maybe we'll get lucky and he'll send a bounty hunter or the other Knights, but he knows we're running now.
[He says it sleepily as he hears the gangplank hiss closed. He doesn't sit down in the co-pilot's seat -- he's still trying to shake off his jitters. Before that, he'd been doing a good job ignoring the hovering doom over their heads.
But just because he was ignoring it didn't mean it didn't exist. It's interesting -- Kira behaves as if she's never been chased before.
Being on the run, Ben is used to that. It's a shame they had to run so soon, though.]
[ Turning her head, she glares up at him. If he wants to talk about invading spaces they don't belong, she's a leg up on him as far as she is concerned. No, it doesn't matter that she had already invaded his mind once before. This is different. (Because it's her.)
Displeasure ripples through her features and she moves to the copilot's chair rather than engage the fight. That alone should speak to ... how terrified she is. ]
[He's--actually surprised that she moves, and thus he hesitates for a moment before taking his seat. At least she seems to have figured out some the Falcon's fiddly bits. The smell of hyperfuel floods the old ship, a hiss echoing somewhere back behind them.
Ben reaches up to the landing gear to set them into space.]
You can angle the shields if you're that worried, instead of making me reach over you.
[ She reaches over accordingly to get the shields settled, directing her attention halfway to that once she has herself buckled into the copilot's chair. Still she affords a considerable part of her energy towards Ben instead, but it's scathing now instead of soft. ]
You wanted to know about my dreams, and when I wouldn't tell you, you forced your way in. You're no better than I am.
[There is some obvious fear mixed in with his frustration, and he hits the throttle full bore, probably knocking over some innocent technicians with the force of the liftoff. He had suspected that maybe hat dream wasn’t quite a dream but — she thinks he did it consciously?]
That was a dream. If anything, you invaded my head. How else would you even know about that? Do I look like a Jedi to you?
[Clearly the idea that he might be Force sensitive makes him supremely uncomfortable. Of course, maybe some part of him always knew -- but acknowledging it is way different than being aware of the possibility. He'd rather forget that any of it happened. All of it.
(If that was Kira's dream, was he really clutching her like that? Force -- don't think about it.)]
I'm not talking about this.
[Better not to leave her the option to press him.]
[ She finishes with the shields and sits back in the copilot's chair, scowling over at him. Neither of them have had enough sleep, let alone restful sleep, to put up with this conversation. But here it is. They're doing it. Kira isn't taking no for an answer. Everyone is shocked by this turn of events. ]
I won't have you forcing your way into my mind while I'm asleep.
[Someone needs some boundaries training. Ben studiously ignores her right until she says that last thing, at which point he slams random coordinates into the navicomputer and punches them into hyperspace just in time to stand up and whirl on her.]
I am not forcing my way into your mind!
[He shouts, more out of terror than anger. His hands are back to shaking, and he hears that growling in the back of his head, prompting him to close his ears until it subsides.]
I--I wouldn't even know how, even if I wanted to, ok? It was just a dream. I don't know how else to explain it--
[He's scared. He can't admit that to her (she wouldn't care), but this newfound lack of barrier is terrifying.]
Looking up at him, scrutinizing him as she is, Kira cannot help but observe that ... well, he's telling the truth. And, more to the point, she can sense his fear. She smells it like a corellian dog smells blood. Her gaze sharpens with her own anxiety.
It's true. He's not doing it deliberately. Somehow, though, that's worse — it means it's not as easy as just telling him to stop. It means that he is strong enough with the Force to not know he's used it against her twice now. Completely clueless, and therefore incredibly dangerous. ]
I just explained it. You're not listening. [ She rises to her feet as well, mostly so she's not as wholly dwarfed by him as she was. She's still pretty short beside him. ] ... I can teach you how it works. At least enough for you to be able to stop yourself.
[He says that almost immediately and sinks back down into his seat somewhat clumsily, running a hand over his face and leaving it pressed over his eyes. Calm. Seek peace.
This has to be a bad dream. Any second, he will wake up, and none of this will be real. He'll be back on Ryloth, having a drink, waiting for his next job.]
I'm not getting involved. I did not sign up for this.
[ How much he concluded from her dream, she can't be sure. Things that Kira had long since buried and tried to forget, things which she herself is now forced to confront. When she doesn't look right at it, she can simply obliquely recognize her own monstrosity without needing to accept the root of it, the truth.
She grabs his hand and pulls it away from his face, an insistent push for him to look her in the eyes. She puts herself between him and the viewport, which with the instrument panel as close as it is, means behind her knees slightly against the edge of his seat between his thighs and leaning over him. ]
If you don't learn, you're a liability. I'm doing everything I can to keep him out. But he's touched you now.
[Kira has to fight to get his hand away from his eyes. He would have continued protesting but Kira is now between his legs, forcing his eyes open to stare at her. His cheeks grow warm under her hands, and he is momentarily stunned to silence — but only for a moment. He’s touched you now causes a naked shiver to run down his spine, like he is desperately trying to shed some feeling the words have brought up.]
If you can’t, what makes you think I can?
[He throws it back at her once he blinks away some of his fear (and embarrassment)]
[ She doesn't say it with any great pride. Once, it had been a source for that. Allowing Snoke in had been a result of the power he'd given her, the training. Now it just feels like a foolish thing, to have tethered her to someone who would want to hunt her across the galaxy. In fact, she sounds sober. Aware of every ramification of it that she has been living with since she made that choice. ]
Snoke is my Master. He offered me power, and in taking it, I forged a bond between our minds. Obfuscating that link takes all my power because he already has an in — he doesn't, with you. Your task is easier.
[Ben digests all of that and -- he doesn't quite know what to do with that information. If Snoke had gotten in, what could be done to keep him out? Beyond...learning from Kira, obviously. That seems like the only real option.]
Seems to me like he's got an in.
[He reaches up to grab for her hands with the intent to lower them away from his face -- but he doesn't release them after. In fact, he's holding quite tightly. He still can't tell who's side Kira is on here.]
This physical contact isn't functional anymore. Attention is being drawn to the intimacy of it. She backs off slightly, fingers curling as she allows her hands to be drawn away from his face. Something flutters in her chest. Better not to think about it. She wants to recoil the rest of the way then, but his grip is tight. He won't let her budge. ]
If I wanted to turn you over to Snoke, you'd already be in his hands.
[ That's the fact of the matter. Whatever else he believes, he shouldn't see her as the enemy. They're on the same side now. She can't go back, no matter how she had chosen to let Snoke into her mind in the past. No matter how ingrained he was there. She hasn't worked out the specifics, but the fear of punishment is severe enough that ... She can't.
[At least, not a time he could remember. Had his mother just never told him?]
Seeing someone else's...dreams. Is that normal?
[This is the worst conversation, but he can feel Kira tugging her hands in an attempt to erase the contact between them. In response, he (very reluctantly) lets go in favor of wrapping his arms around his torso to try and reduce the overwhelmed feeling threatening to take control of him.]
[ She says it the way a child admits that they lied. There is no guidebook on what had happened to them. She had no way of knowing how to best handle that except to teach him occlumency work from the angle of general telepathy. As a result of that softness, she is slow to actually withdraw her hands once he lets her.
But she still does it. She steps out from between him and the viewport, straightening her new clothes slightly. She is still not used to them. The fit is vaguely uncomfortable, and the fabric is too soft next to her armor. ]
[He doesn't answer right away, but he does let his head clunk backward against the pilot's chair in favor of staring up into the blue hyperspace lane.]
--I mean, I always knew there was a possibility. It just never came up.
[He was the son of Leia Organa, daughter of the most powerful Force user that ever lived. The odds were 50/50 that he would inherit that trait. Assuming that was how the Force worked.
But he didn't really know anything about that.]
So. No. I didn't. And I would have preferred to keep it that way.
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But he does not snap awake the same way Kira does -- his slumber continues, deeply induced, and no familiarity comes to rescue him from it.]
Kira?
[He mumbles it from the cockpit, barely able to be made out for the word that it is, though her name echoes in the blank space of his subconscious. The darkness is suffocating, but he is paralyzed to move -- like anything might trigger the return of that growl.
Back in the Falcon, he remains fast asleep on the bench, rigid as death itself, but twice as pale and clammy.]
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She hears something from the other room. 'Wake up,' Ben had said in her dream, as if he knew. As if he felt it. He'd spoken before, about her nightmares — had he been in her mind? Had he been real? She clutches at her chest, fear tightening its grip around her heart. If he was real, then he had seen ...
She tears off out of the room to find him there prone on the bench, clammy and paralyzed and clouded in the Dark. No. A rank possessiveness seizes hold of her — Snoke cannot have him. This one thing cannot be made his when her entire life already is. She crouches beside Ben, grabbing for his shoulders and shaking him. ]
Wake up! [ It's a shouted order. ] Wake up, dammit.
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That is about the moment he realizes that he is no longer dreaming -- that those things he was seeing are gone, and the pressing, knowing darkness was little more than a nightmare. He still have to wipe his face clean of sweat -- and when he does that, he realizes how sick he must look.
He looks at Kira, unsure how to react. It was just a dream, after all. How was he supposed to explain all of that?]
W-what, what? Where's the fire?
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He doesn't know. Of course he doesn't know. No one had ever bothered to give him the tools. She'd felt the Force in him the first time they'd met. Surely Snoke could sense it too. His interest in discouraging Kira from pursuing Ben Solo went further than discouraging her weakness and far into Snoke's own ambitions. A sick feeling swelled in her gut as she considered the very real possibility that he meant to replace her. ]
We have to leave. Now. [ She gets to her feet, pulling away from him and glancing at the cockpit. ] Stop the refueling. Whatever they've already pumped in will suffice to get us away from here. We will deal with the matter of you invading my mind once we are clear of Hapan space.
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[You can't just drop a bomb on him like that, Rey "Kira" Lastname. He's most certainly hung up on it, but he'd been wanting to leave Hapan space since last night -- like something had been trying to warn him. After that dream, he is more certain than ever that leaving is the right call.
He'll just. Ignore that last part.
So, still beleaguered from sleep, Ben stumbles to his feet and cracks his spine once before heading down the gangplank to finish business with refueling. He's still rubbing his eyes free of sleep (or trying to massage the bags under his eyelids away) when he returns to the cockpit to get the Falcon into the air.]
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I warned you.
[ She can't help but feel bitter about it. Resentful that he hadn't listened when she told him they'd never be able to keep outrunning Snoke. ]
That was him. He'll have someone looking for us. Maybe he won't spare a whole ship, maybe we'll get lucky and he'll send a bounty hunter or the other Knights, but he knows we're running now.
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[He says it sleepily as he hears the gangplank hiss closed. He doesn't sit down in the co-pilot's seat -- he's still trying to shake off his jitters. Before that, he'd been doing a good job ignoring the hovering doom over their heads.
But just because he was ignoring it didn't mean it didn't exist. It's interesting -- Kira behaves as if she's never been chased before.
Being on the run, Ben is used to that. It's a shame they had to run so soon, though.]
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[ Turning her head, she glares up at him. If he wants to talk about invading spaces they don't belong, she's a leg up on him as far as she is concerned. No, it doesn't matter that she had already invaded his mind once before. This is different. (Because it's her.)
Displeasure ripples through her features and she moves to the copilot's chair rather than engage the fight. That alone should speak to ... how terrified she is. ]
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[He's--actually surprised that she moves, and thus he hesitates for a moment before taking his seat. At least she seems to have figured out some the Falcon's fiddly bits. The smell of hyperfuel floods the old ship, a hiss echoing somewhere back behind them.
Ben reaches up to the landing gear to set them into space.]
You can angle the shields if you're that worried, instead of making me reach over you.
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[ She reaches over accordingly to get the shields settled, directing her attention halfway to that once she has herself buckled into the copilot's chair. Still she affords a considerable part of her energy towards Ben instead, but it's scathing now instead of soft. ]
You wanted to know about my dreams, and when I wouldn't tell you, you forced your way in. You're no better than I am.
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[There is some obvious fear mixed in with his frustration, and he hits the throttle full bore, probably knocking over some innocent technicians with the force of the liftoff. He had suspected that maybe hat dream wasn’t quite a dream but — she thinks he did it consciously?]
That was a dream. If anything, you invaded my head. How else would you even know about that? Do I look like a Jedi to you?
[That’s how the Force works, right?]
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[ Said snidely as though it should be super obvious. And, from her point of view, it is. She's no Jedi after all. ]
No one could do what you did — to me — by accident. That was my dream.
[ Nightmare, actually, but she isn't letting this up. He wants to pretend it was incidental, or worse push it off on her. She won't let him. ]
I didn't want you there. I told you to mind your own business.
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[Clearly the idea that he might be Force sensitive makes him supremely uncomfortable. Of course, maybe some part of him always knew -- but acknowledging it is way different than being aware of the possibility. He'd rather forget that any of it happened. All of it.
(If that was Kira's dream, was he really clutching her like that? Force -- don't think about it.)]
I'm not talking about this.
[Better not to leave her the option to press him.]
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[ She finishes with the shields and sits back in the copilot's chair, scowling over at him. Neither of them have had enough sleep, let alone restful sleep, to put up with this conversation. But here it is. They're doing it. Kira isn't taking no for an answer. Everyone is shocked by this turn of events. ]
I won't have you forcing your way into my mind while I'm asleep.
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I am not forcing my way into your mind!
[He shouts, more out of terror than anger. His hands are back to shaking, and he hears that growling in the back of his head, prompting him to close his ears until it subsides.]
I--I wouldn't even know how, even if I wanted to, ok? It was just a dream. I don't know how else to explain it--
[He's scared. He can't admit that to her (she wouldn't care), but this newfound lack of barrier is terrifying.]
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Looking up at him, scrutinizing him as she is, Kira cannot help but observe that ... well, he's telling the truth. And, more to the point, she can sense his fear. She smells it like a corellian dog smells blood. Her gaze sharpens with her own anxiety.
It's true. He's not doing it deliberately. Somehow, though, that's worse — it means it's not as easy as just telling him to stop. It means that he is strong enough with the Force to not know he's used it against her twice now. Completely clueless, and therefore incredibly dangerous. ]
I just explained it. You're not listening. [ She rises to her feet as well, mostly so she's not as wholly dwarfed by him as she was. She's still pretty short beside him. ] ... I can teach you how it works. At least enough for you to be able to stop yourself.
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[He says that almost immediately and sinks back down into his seat somewhat clumsily, running a hand over his face and leaving it pressed over his eyes. Calm. Seek peace.
This has to be a bad dream. Any second, he will wake up, and none of this will be real. He'll be back on Ryloth, having a drink, waiting for his next job.]
I'm not getting involved. I did not sign up for this.
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[ How much he concluded from her dream, she can't be sure. Things that Kira had long since buried and tried to forget, things which she herself is now forced to confront. When she doesn't look right at it, she can simply obliquely recognize her own monstrosity without needing to accept the root of it, the truth.
She grabs his hand and pulls it away from his face, an insistent push for him to look her in the eyes. She puts herself between him and the viewport, which with the instrument panel as close as it is, means behind her knees slightly against the edge of his seat between his thighs and leaning over him. ]
If you don't learn, you're a liability. I'm doing everything I can to keep him out. But he's touched you now.
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If you can’t, what makes you think I can?
[He throws it back at her once he blinks away some of his fear (and embarrassment)]
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[ She doesn't say it with any great pride. Once, it had been a source for that. Allowing Snoke in had been a result of the power he'd given her, the training. Now it just feels like a foolish thing, to have tethered her to someone who would want to hunt her across the galaxy. In fact, she sounds sober. Aware of every ramification of it that she has been living with since she made that choice. ]
Snoke is my Master. He offered me power, and in taking it, I forged a bond between our minds. Obfuscating that link takes all my power because he already has an in — he doesn't, with you. Your task is easier.
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Seems to me like he's got an in.
[He reaches up to grab for her hands with the intent to lower them away from his face -- but he doesn't release them after. In fact, he's holding quite tightly. He still can't tell who's side Kira is on here.]
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This physical contact isn't functional anymore. Attention is being drawn to the intimacy of it. She backs off slightly, fingers curling as she allows her hands to be drawn away from his face. Something flutters in her chest. Better not to think about it. She wants to recoil the rest of the way then, but his grip is tight. He won't let her budge. ]
If I wanted to turn you over to Snoke, you'd already be in his hands.
[ That's the fact of the matter. Whatever else he believes, he shouldn't see her as the enemy. They're on the same side now. She can't go back, no matter how she had chosen to let Snoke into her mind in the past. No matter how ingrained he was there. She hasn't worked out the specifics, but the fear of punishment is severe enough that ... She can't.
Not as long as he's alive, anyway. ]
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[At least, not a time he could remember. Had his mother just never told him?]
Seeing someone else's...dreams. Is that normal?
[This is the worst conversation, but he can feel Kira tugging her hands in an attempt to erase the contact between them. In response, he (very reluctantly) lets go in favor of wrapping his arms around his torso to try and reduce the overwhelmed feeling threatening to take control of him.]
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[ She says it the way a child admits that they lied. There is no guidebook on what had happened to them. She had no way of knowing how to best handle that except to
teach him occlumencywork from the angle of general telepathy. As a result of that softness, she is slow to actually withdraw her hands once he lets her.But she still does it. She steps out from between him and the viewport, straightening her new clothes slightly. She is still not used to them. The fit is vaguely uncomfortable, and the fabric is too soft next to her armor. ]
You really didn't know?
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--I mean, I always knew there was a possibility. It just never came up.
[He was the son of Leia Organa, daughter of the most powerful Force user that ever lived. The odds were 50/50 that he would inherit that trait. Assuming that was how the Force worked.
But he didn't really know anything about that.]
So. No. I didn't. And I would have preferred to keep it that way.
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