"Western Reaches of the Inner Rim. There's barely anything besides desert and dead ships--and those weren't there in your time."

Her smile is wan. "No one was ever going to come for me."

The Force says far more than her words. The tangible pulse of grief, loneliness, and abandonment cuts deep.

Rey shakes herself again. Her emotions dim.

"I don't even really know what the Force is. Han..." Her voice breaks. Her grief flares more strongly with helpless anger.

Not once does the Light at her core waver.

"Han said it was a power that binds together good and evil," she says unsteadily, "the dark side and the light. That's all I was told. I think." Rey glances at the lightsaber. She frowns.