Following the events after The Last Jedi.
"Just a dream, it was just a dream," she says aloud attempting to calm herself, but the feeling doesn't dissipate, and her heart is still racing. She stands and walks towards the doorway to the fresh air out...
Ben stood over Rey with his arms clenched tightly at his side as he surveyed her damaged body and her amputated limb. He felt that same wind he'd felt when they kissed, drawing to him like a receding tide, a flowing current of Force energy, and he was at the heart of it. Sinking to his knees desolately, Ben scooped her bloody body up into his arms. She was still bleeding, reigniting his lightsaber and grimacing. Ben touched its fiery bolt to her arm, cauterising the wound; at least that would stop any further bleeding. She was usually always warm and with sun-soaked skin, but now she was cold and painfully pale, grey-tinged around the delicate features of her face. Before his duel with Chromia, he could faintly feel her undeniable presence in the Force, but now, not even that faint glimmer seemed to remain. He pulled her close to him, rocking back and forth, willing her to move to breathe, for him to feel something. He tried to heal her as they had healed each other before back on the Supremacy, but he couldn't still his terrified thoughts. Without her presence and her light, no matter how far he'd come out of the dark, that ability was beyond him.
"Rey, Rey. Please. Rey," he whispered, brushing her hair and dirt from her face.
His despair overwhelmed him, and he felt his familiar pain, anger and loneliness rising up and taking hold; he pulled her to him, holding her cold, limp body against his chest. The Force energy within him was an ocean; he could feel it gaining, increasing and swelling inside him. He couldn't contain it now, and he didn't want to. He let go, and in a roar of pure anguish, he cried out. The roar crescendoed until he ran out of breath. The Force of his release crashed out from him like that same wave that had ebbed to him, and all around him, everyone and everything flew to the ground, knocked over by the sheer magnitude of his suffering.
"Please. This wasn't the will of the Force. Please. Help me. Please." Ben knew he was only speaking to himself; no one could help. He was forsaken.
The world around him went utterly silent. No more screaming Ties, no roaring X-Wings and a sudden familiar feeling rose on the back of his neck; a tremor in the Force, but it wasn't Rey. He heard a strange voice break the silence, and raising his head, he saw three shimmering blue forms.
"See us, he can."
Ben stared at the ethereal shapes. Two were men, one of whom he recognised, and the other was a small alien with enormous ears that stuck out absurdly. He knew who that was.
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"Luke? Yoda?" He looked at the other man. He was young, not much older than himself, he imagined, so it couldn't be Obi-Wan. That man, however, was the one who stepped closer to him, placing an arm on his shoulder and looking at him directly. He seemed so familiar somehow. Luke went to his other side, planting his arm on his other shoulder.
"It's OK, son," the young man spoke.
Yoda came in front of him and placed his hand on Rey.
"Please save her. Please. I can't, I tried. Without her, I'm not strong enough. Please." Ben looked from Yoda to Luke to the young man. Yoda cocked his head and pursed his lips.
