The places that taught her twin don’t speak to her; Tatooine’s winds whisper of dry heat and longing, but not of home, and the mist-wreathed cave on Dagobah is only a cave, though she knows she brings her own darkness with her. Luke found his way, and she needs to find her own. But in the emptiness between worlds – where a world was once, and now only the Falcon drifts among debris – she hears the grief of ghosts, their hollow rage so much like her own; in the darkness where no home remains, she sets her new-built saber aside, and with empty hands she gathers them in, holds them close, and lets them go.