[ it could be a trick — he knows full well it could be a trick — but ... part of him wants to believe her. maybe this is the real rey. the one he could still save. the one who was so amazing and kind. the one he thought was going to save the galaxy. not the one cutting a swath across it. ]

I don't want to fight you, either. [he reaches up to run a hand through his hair. tired again.] I believed in you, Rey. I'd never met anyone like you before, I really thought ... I thought you were the real thing. You don't need to do this, you know? Just stop. Leave it behind. It's not too late.