This is the longest she's ever touched him, and she half expects Luke to burst through the door. She's so close, she can feel his warmth. She's grown bolder in her time here, taking not just what she needs but increasingly what she wants to.

But his statement feels like a rejection and stings, reminding her of how he offered her a position only in his life. The rush of hope she felt when she stood with him evaporated like water poured across hot stones. Her hand lifts as if she's been burned but she doesn't step away.

Her brows pinch together, shaking her head. She controls her own narrative now. If he knew the moments that she did. She could share it with him, omitting the pain that followed...

"I came to you," her voice is low but firm. "You killed Snoke." She wonders how smoothly she can slip into his mind. There power is different here, but she feels it regardless. Almost as a test she pushes an addendum. For me. For us.

Perhaps arrogantly, she thinks her want, a melding of what she felt in the throne room and the renewed force of it now, can mask the hurt that's branded itself on her heart. It's almost as if she's forgotten the door of their connection swings both ways.