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[center][b][color=deepskyblue]27 | Light Side User | Jedi Master[/color][/b][/center]

Hearing Ben's words yell at her and the movement of the saber made her flinch back a little, the hurt clear in her eyes. She never would have thought she would have heard Ben said he hated her. She loved him so dearly, more than anything else in the universe. His admition of hating her and everything about her stabbed her deeply. The tears in her corner of her eyes finally escaped, rolling down her cheeks, turning her gaze downward as he deactivated his saber and turned to the side. Once again he was asking about Luke and the Resistance, the question she had no answers for. As he asked, the vision they were trapped in began to waver. 

She felt his gaze turn to her and when she felt him reach toward her, she froze. He told her not to move and she did as he said, until his fingers touched her skin. His hand on her cheek, she slowly lifted her head to look at him, the tears rolling down her cheeks rolling on his hand. Carefully, her own hands lifted, gently touching the hand that rested on her cheek, holding his hand with her own and leaning her cheek into the touch, closing her eyes for just a moment. She was silent for a moment, taking in the feeling of his touch for the first time in nearly a decade. She took a shaky breath before she opened her eyes again and gazed up to him once more. 

Even though it was difficult to see, she could see and feel the inner struggle in him. The old Ben was still in there. She just...just had to find a way to bring him out.

[color=00aeef][b]"Even....even if you hate me, Ben...I still love you. More than anything. You were and always will be My Universe."[/b][/color] The vision was wavering all the more and she seemed saddened all the more that the connection would soon end. She wanted more time. To speak to him, to remind him of what they once had. It was as these feelings passed through her, an image flashed to the forefront of her mind, brought forth by the Force. Of a familiar bag, but not in the place it always sat within her hut. It was in some strange room, surrounded by the metalic walls of a ship or base. Why was the Force showing her the bag? Unless...had Ben never looked inside of it? But, if he really hated her as he said, what good would reading her letter even do? If the Force was showing her this though, then it was important, right?

With his lightsaber at his side and not between them and his hand still on her cheek, she found herself moving forward ever so slightly so that they were closer, placing her hands on his cheeks as the vision more quickly crumbled around them, looking up to him pleadingly as she spoke quickly, attempting to speak before the vision completely fell from under them, [color=00aeef][b]"Ben, the bag. The one you took from my hut. You need to look inside it." [/b][/color]Her face grew closer to his, though didn't allow her lips to meet his like she so wished to. One could see the struggle in her, wanting so much to show him the love she felt for him, yet not wanting to push him to more anger or hatred by such a move. Her lips were close to his, though trembled, closing her eyes tightly, more tears slipping from her eyes as she barely allowed her forehead to press against his, [color=00aeef][b]"I love you Ben."[/b][/color]

And with that, the vision fell out from around them, leaving her gasping for breath as she lay wide eyed in her bed, staring up at the ceiling of her bedroom, stunned and unsure. Why had the Force brought them together like that, and....just what was it the Force was beckoning her to do?