[ He trusts her. Even if he doesn't get it, he trusts her. She grabs onto that, holds onto it tight. Her hand itches to grasp his, to hold onto him and take what he's giving and leave it there and forget all about making it clear.

But hadn't she just been the one to point out that pain and loneliness feed the Dark? Her fear of those things does too. She bites down on it. ]

I understand. [ She wouldn't have been able to either. Not so fresh off of Han's death. ] I'm not trying to make you see him the way that I do. But I need you to understand what I see, so that you can understand why …

[ Her brow furrows. She searches his face. She really doesn't even know how to make this happen in words. ]

I have feelings for him.

[ Is it cowardly to hope that their present circumstances fill in the rest? ]