Rey heard Poe's footsteps walking towards them, half expecting for him to lay beside Finn, but she felt him move next to her. She was boxed in by the two men, two faces she may have loved so many eons ago, but faces she could barely knew. There were more flashes in her mind; the three of them beneath the willow tree, taking long naps, sometimes she was in the middle, but they all took turns. She made flower crowns for them a few times, and she made them for the young children who came to the Underworld. Sweet lives who didn't have the chance to bloom and thrive....she always had a soft spot for them.

They still cared for her...their words pierced her heart and those tears she tried to keep at bay finally fell. She felt how much they cared for her, how much she had been loved and missed. Something she hadn't felt in this life.

Rey turned her head slightly, facing Poe, not caring for the tears that stained her cheeks as her eyes stared into his.

"I need time to process this. But I..." she found herself squeezing Finn's hand while the other reached out to Poe. Instead of going for the other's hand, her fingers brushed the side of his face.

"I won't leave. I won't leave either of you." Not when it felt like she'd lose a piece of herself in doing so. Electricity hummed in her body, their bonds reforming from touching both of the men who she called her husbands.