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Rey can feel them dying. Her friends and allies. She can see the ships in the sky. The bursts of fire as they explode, lives blinking out of existence. The Force hums and buzzes all around her, but it feels nothing like her meditations in the forest.
"Join me," he says again. The old man, her Grandfather. Someone who'd searched for her, had been waiting for her.
She knows all about waiting.
Now he waits for an answer and her friends wait for a miracle and she waits for the Force to whisper, for it to show her the way.