[A chill runs up his spine at the sight of these (likely) years of trophies, stolen objects that are, in reality, stolen identities. This weapon is your life. He's been told that so many times he's even memorized Obi-Wan's tone as he does so.]
This isn't a trophy room, this is a crypt.
[The less time spent in here, the better. Even in the doorway, his heart sinks into his stomach, and there's a silent prayer offered for anyone--all of them--who've paved this bloody path they now tread. He waits long enough for Rey to find the lightsaber, its signature so familiar and yet so changed that she's right...it isn't his. It calls out a different name, to a different destiny.
But he's going to make sure that destiny involves getting the hell out of here if he has to die to ensure it.
He backs out of the room silently, swallowing bile, and nods back down the way they came.]
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This isn't a trophy room, this is a crypt.
[The less time spent in here, the better. Even in the doorway, his heart sinks into his stomach, and there's a silent prayer offered for anyone--all of them--who've paved this bloody path they now tread. He waits long enough for Rey to find the lightsaber, its signature so familiar and yet so changed that she's right...it isn't his. It calls out a different name, to a different destiny.
But he's going to make sure that destiny involves getting the hell out of here if he has to die to ensure it.
He backs out of the room silently, swallowing bile, and nods back down the way they came.]
It's near where I found you.