Rey didn't shy away from Finn, returning his embrace, trying to keep the guilt and sadness she felt to herself.
"You don't need to apologize. It wasn't your fault." For what happened. For not going into her room. They didn't know she would die. Hell, Rey didn't know what caused her to die to begin with, but that was for another day. One thing at a time.
"It felt nostalgic to be here...wisps of memories, and glimpses of them. I.." a bitter smile came over her face, lowering her head to press into Finn's shoulder for a brief moment.
"I can remember having the quill in my hand, writing it out and then trying to decide how I wanted to seal it." With wax, or maybe wrap it with a ribbon. The silliest, smallest mundane details came easily, but the bigger events were still a blur.
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"You don't need to apologize. It wasn't your fault." For what happened. For not going into her room. They didn't know she would die. Hell, Rey didn't know what caused her to die to begin with, but that was for another day. One thing at a time.
"It felt nostalgic to be here...wisps of memories, and glimpses of them. I.." a bitter smile came over her face, lowering her head to press into Finn's shoulder for a brief moment.
"I can remember having the quill in my hand, writing it out and then trying to decide how I wanted to seal it." With wax, or maybe wrap it with a ribbon. The silliest, smallest mundane details came easily, but the bigger events were still a blur.