[Rey is in the nascent stages of her training. Coming here to this planet, finding this temple--it was the very first of the tasks Luke Skywalker had set for her. She had potent raw potential, but it was still unshaped, indelicate. She felt the brute force of Kylo Ren's attack rippling around her before it struck, but not quickly enough to do anything about it, not aside from uselessly bracing herself with her staff.
She's bodily thrown backwards, feels her spine crack as she slams into the unyielding bark of a tall, thick tree. Pain surges, sparking in her nerves, and she groans. But she does not fall limp; she does not collapse onto the forest floor. She squeezes her eyes shut, grits her teeth, and she stands. She'll have to be more careful.]
She does. Even after what you've done. What you've become.
[Rey levels her staff at him, her expression hard, even though ache continues to pulse throughout her muscles.]
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She's bodily thrown backwards, feels her spine crack as she slams into the unyielding bark of a tall, thick tree. Pain surges, sparking in her nerves, and she groans. But she does not fall limp; she does not collapse onto the forest floor. She squeezes her eyes shut, grits her teeth, and she stands. She'll have to be more careful.]
She does. Even after what you've done. What you've become.
[Rey levels her staff at him, her expression hard, even though ache continues to pulse throughout her muscles.]
She wants you to come home.