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The fog of snow and heat smoldered together against the red and blue. They collided like rain drops hitting the ground in the slow motion. The sight was epic.
The girl he's heard so much about, and the deadly monster behind the mask she's come to fear battled together in the silent snow. Rey and Kyle both knew well enough that this wouldn't be their final battle. They'd meet again in time, when the force allowed it.
Days, weeks then months rotted away like forgotten food. Both Rey and Kylo grew anxious to when their paths might cross again. Would it be today, perhaps tomorrow? Or in the next year...
"Ehumm?" Luke's shoulders sagged with little impatience.
"Huh?"
"Rey, my dear, will you stop allowing your thoughts to wonder and concentrate on what I'm trying to show you?"
The scavenger, now dawning padawan, snapped her focus back into relay. "I apologize master."
Luke studied her. The hazel in her eyes darkened under the shadow of her brow. "If you must speak do so with grace."
Rey wasn't all that sure if what she wanted to say was worth telling. "I don't think you'd approve."
"I'm not at strict as many of the former Jedi once were." He gave her a look of trust, smiling gently. "Try me."
Rey's teeth clamped hard on her bottom lip. "Well, I was going to ask you if it would be acceptable to go and seek out your nephew."
"And why would you want to do that?" She suddenly felt cornered. "It wouldn't be to fight him, would it?"
"Master he sliced open Finn, killed his own father, tortured Poe and not to mention basically did the same with me in that awful death trap of a planet!"
"Rey you are blinded by youthful rage."
"He can't be allowed to wonder freely across the galaxy wreaking havoc! He's probably killed more since I fought him now than ever before. You didn't see the hate in his eyes. You didn't see the way he looked at me."
"And in what way was that?" Luke asked.
"Darkness. Nothing but glazed over eyes like he hadn't been blinking for days."
"Would you be referring to pain?" Luke asked, practically rolling his eyes.
"Oh please someone like that couldn't feel pain. I'll bet he feels nothing. Nothing at all."
"Rey you must understand that those who dwell on the dark side feel more than any of us. The reason to why you're asking is not to seek him out and fight, but to explore what sort of emotion or lack of emotion he's experiencing. I know that it intrigues you."
Rey exhaled deeply. Both palms of her hands flattened agains the curves of her face. They meshed against her skin like cotton, then sulked onto the rise of her forehead. "I know this is wrong. But he hasn't left my mind. And the way we fought, it was as if we were--" Dare she say dancing? On that frightening notion she rose quickly to her feet. "Maybe I am too caught up in it. I should just forget it."
Luke followed her with his eyes. "No. Don't forget it. That moment you spent with him fighting in those woods was your awakening. You should never forget that. Even if it was with him."
Rey's heart plunged at the idea.
"I implore you to meditate on these feelings you project towards my nephew. It might help. But I don't want you seeking him out. Not yet at least."
"You mean you'd let me fight him again?"
"Not fight. No. My sister is correct to believe that there's still good in him. I'm beginning to feel it too."
"What makes you think that master?" Rey's curiously spiked.
"Because when the force awakened in you, the light sparked again in his heart. And I have good reason to believe that it was due to you."