Rey knew what she was going to see when she walked into the forest clearing; Luke had warned her that the Dark Side was thick in the space, and she'd suffered the visions before.

But this -- this was different, the quiet way the other woman looked at her, wrists thin and hair knotted in the exact same way Rey used to wear hers, her expression disappointed.

Her mother didn't have to say a thing (her imagining of her mother, was this what her mother had looked like?); Rey's palms stung with the press of her own fingernails, and her voice was shaky as she answered the unspoken question: "Yes, I left."