"Really? You don't like them," Rey asked. She thought they were rather cute, an almost foreign concept given that nothing on Jakku was cute. And then there was the tale Chewie had told her about the time he tried eating one, how porgs all gathered 'round and gave him sad eyes. He'd yelled at them, but still couldn't enjoy his treat.

And Rey's eyes widened at the concept of time ceasing. What a time to stop, after being knocked out by a lightsaber she helped split in two! But if she was unconscious, maybe Ben, Ben, no he wasn't Ben, he was Kylo Ren was, too.

"I'm sorry, I'm still...having a hard time with that, especially since Luke seemed to panic when he felt that I'd went to the Dark during one of our training exercises. But if I can choose, if I can do what will serve me and everyone around me best, shouldn't I know how to control myself when I do slip into the Dark?" Because she knew that would always be a possibility. And maybe she could persuade a certain person to not let it define his whole self?