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"I was drunk and it didn't mean a thing,
Stop thinking about, the bullets from my mouth.
I love the things you hate about yourself,
Just finished a daydream, who were you trying to be?"
Rey sat at the edge of the cliff, legs crossed, eyes closed. She was reaching out, searching.
The sound of the sea was gentle to her ears, the smell of the salt was a comfort. Like an old friend. She could feel the heart of the planet she was on. Once again, she found the force. The balance. But this time she was looking for something before, what lay between life and death, light and dark... there was something there. She could feel it. The murmur in the shadow. The edge of the word. The silence before the storm.
The order in the chaos.
Where has she heard those words before?
The peace in the serenity.
They felt so familiar...
The emotion in the passion.
Old words from an old book perhaps. Luke had burnt all of the books... she had to remember... what had she read?
There is no good without evil.
These words... they came from somewhere... they spoke deeply to her, awakened something in her.
There is no Dark Side, nor a Light Side.
Somewhere in the ancient history of the Jedi there existed something else...
I am the wielder of the flame, the protector of the balance.
Rey found that she was standing now, the waters raging down below her.
The balance is what keeps me together, the balance is what will tear me apart.
She felt the urge to jump, to plunge into the depths. She felt that she would find her answers there. She felt that however far she fell, that she would be safe.
I am a Grey Jedi.
As those words crossed her thoughts, she fell. She had been pushed off the edge like feather.
Kylo sat in his chambers. He felt her. Faintly and so very far away.
Where are you?
There was no response. She couldn't hear him. He couldn't hear her. He could only feel her, know that she was alive. But now it was different. When he thought of her, he felt pain, betrayal, anger. The same things he had felt when he had seen Luke standing above him with the lightsaber. Once upon a time, he had thought that the Jedi was a noble order. One that stood for honor, for trust. He had been wrong. The Jedi, they cared for no one. They were cold, even if the cold was in the light.
Again, he reached out to Rey. Can you hear me?
He felt something. Something barely perceptible... not a response, a feeling. Something new.
Was it the force? No, this went beyond that.
He heard her voice in his head.
The order in the chaos.
The peace in the serenity.
The emotion in the passion.
There is no good without evil.
There is no Dark Side, nor a Light Side.
I am the wielder of the flame, the protector of the balance.
The balance is what keeps me together, the balance is what will tear me apart.
I am a Grey Jedi.
And then there came the dreadful, deafening sound of silence.