This fractured Resistance - they shouldn't accept him, they should destroy him piece by piece in the most painful way possible, and he'd deserve it - is so full of joy in their victory over the First Order.

Ben hovers in the doorway of their stolen ship, knows he shouldn't be here, but he can't convince himself to go back into the cockpit and fly away, in spite of Rey's assurances that he's allowed to be here. He swallows hard, watches her hug her two best friends, people he's fought against, tortured, hurt, and he breathes past the pain in chest - is this what a new beginning is supposed to feel like?