TROS - 14 - Sees Memories

“Leia’s lightsaber,” she said.

“It was the last night of her training,” Luke said.

Rey caught glimpses of his memory—lightsabers clashing, their blades lighting the jungle around them in soft blue and green. Their fight was fierce, but Rey felt a sense of fun. Of joy. Luke had loved training his sister.

Luke found himself toppled to the ground, his fall cushioned by a bed of ferns. He looked up at his twin—a much younger version of the woman Rey had come to know—who grinned, but her face held sadness too. Resignation.

“Leia told me that she had sensed the death of her son at the end of her Jedi path,” Luke said.

“Oh,” Rey breathed. That was it. The thing Leia had been holding back.