[Rey knows how valuable that lightsaber is. It's Luke's and his father's. It's a family heirloom that Kylo Ren wanted to possess. His 'birthright,' yet it called to her. She heard it, heard the Force calling to her and guided it to the weapon. Her life hasn't been the same since...
Looking at Obi-Wan, how he handles it and looks over it....it's clear to her that he is a Jedi. No one else would know the grooves or the weight of it. He hasn't tried to keep it from her, or run off with it.
But there is something solemn...maybe even sad about seeing him hold it. Did it mean something to him too? How many hands have touched this lightsaber? Rey averts her gaze, feeling foolish for having doubted him--especially because of his rank.]
I'm sorry. [She murmured softly, apologizing for not believing in him and for giving him such a hard time...and perhaps, for whatever he was feeling now. ]
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Looking at Obi-Wan, how he handles it and looks over it....it's clear to her that he is a Jedi. No one else would know the grooves or the weight of it. He hasn't tried to keep it from her, or run off with it.
But there is something solemn...maybe even sad about seeing him hold it. Did it mean something to him too? How many hands have touched this lightsaber? Rey averts her gaze, feeling foolish for having doubted him--especially because of his rank.]
I'm sorry. [She murmured softly, apologizing for not believing in him and for giving him such a hard time...and perhaps, for whatever he was feeling now. ]