Rey
Rey wonders, once in a while, if her family isn’t coming back after all. When she adds one more day to the tally on the wall, thousands of careful scratches reaching back to when she first made this place hers. And…Rey isn’t stupid. A lot of things could happen in that many days. A lot of ways to get killed out there in the Galaxy. She’s still clinging to half-remembered feelings—not even words, she can’t remember exactly what they said, has imagined it so many times she’s overwritten whatever it was with a half-dozen different versions—but she knows, she knows they’re coming back, that she just has to wait. When the doubt crawls up her throat, late in lonely nights, she shoves it back because—no. It’s wrong, it has to be. They’re coming for her. She just has to wait.