[ She twirls the blade of her lightsaber—accepting and embracing for the first time now that she has said who it belonged to, past tense, that it is hers now—and raises it high above her head to strike down over him, but Kylo Ren's rage paralyzes her. A thrumming sound freezes the plasma beam mid-air, her full arm trembling with the physical effort of trying to carry through the blow.
In her lifetime, Rey had owned two things. The broken helmet that she'd found in the ruins of an X-Wing battle over Jakku, and the doll she'd woven from stray fabric to imitate that helmet's owner, Captain Raeh. Everything else, she had built from scrap for necessity. They were not possessions so much as tools. But Luke's lightsaber had called to her in Maz Kanata's basement, had come to her on Starkiller Base, felt right gripped there in her palm. It was truly hers.
He could not take it from her.
Space froze around her, rigid and unrelenting, as firm a prison as it had been in the forest the first time she'd seen him, when he was a specter that haunted her nightmare visions upon first touching the lightsaber she carried now. If only she had found time to master it, he would be the one suffering. Instead, she could not help but feel she had hardly come anywhere at all in the months since then. Frustration ground out through her teeth, words failing her for the paralysis.
The panic in her expression turned to fury; she would not let him disable her this way, render her helpless like a child. There had to be a way to break the hold. To use the Force to fight back, as she had in the interrogation chamber.
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In her lifetime, Rey had owned two things. The broken helmet that she'd found in the ruins of an X-Wing battle over Jakku, and the doll she'd woven from stray fabric to imitate that helmet's owner, Captain Raeh. Everything else, she had built from scrap for necessity. They were not possessions so much as tools. But Luke's lightsaber had called to her in Maz Kanata's basement, had come to her on Starkiller Base, felt right gripped there in her palm. It was truly hers.
He could not take it from her.
Space froze around her, rigid and unrelenting, as firm a prison as it had been in the forest the first time she'd seen him, when he was a specter that haunted her nightmare visions upon first touching the lightsaber she carried now. If only she had found time to master it, he would be the one suffering. Instead, she could not help but feel she had hardly come anywhere at all in the months since then. Frustration ground out through her teeth, words failing her for the paralysis.
The panic in her expression turned to fury; she would not let him disable her this way, render her helpless like a child. There had to be a way to break the hold. To use the Force to fight back, as she had in the interrogation chamber.
She closed her eyes and reached out for him. ]