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“This isn’t you, Rey.”
Her smile was as sharp as her eyes as she stepped closer to him. He held her gaze as she flicked on her lightsaber, the hum cutting through the silence.
“You don’t know me.” Her face was cast in a red glow from her lightsaber, reminding him of the first time they’d kissed. In that room full of red, with Snoke’s dead body behind them.
“Yes, I do. And I’d love you like this, if this was real.” Her eyes widened at his words, and he pushed forward. “But it’s not. Come back to me. Please.”