"What if...what if the one dead doesn't have the Force?" Because she's thinking of Han, that last gesture of affection towards his son who murdered him.

She still wonders what she'd always wanted. To get off of Jakku? Not even that, for she'd been sure her parents were coming back for her, to embrace her and claim her as their daughter. And she'd had a million thoughts for who her parents might be. Desperate nobles, trying to hide their heir. Loving smugglers, who couldn't smuggle a little girl and maintain their own safety. Maybe even Jedi. Jedi who'd survived.

That thought grew as her strength in the Force grew.

"I wonder...as long as I was back home, everything was dark. Here, there seems to be some kind of strange balance. But back home, I'm afraid that I anger too easily, that I enjoy the fight too much. That I took a hand where I shouldn't have."

"I'm sorry....I'm probably trivializing things. But, I grew up with stories of Luke Skywalker, whose light overcame his father's darkness, stirred the remaining light within. So it's hard to not think of them as opposing powers. I...my training. I mentioned it was short."