Rey
Rey’s life has always been defined by the future. Always been waiting for the day when her family comes back for her.
She’s not waiting anymore. She has a family: it’s Finn, and Poe, and Luke, and Leia, and Chewbacca, and she chose them and they chose her, and it isn’t just a matter of choosing once. Every day she wakes up and chooses again. Every day she learns something new: learns to fight like the lightsaber is part of her arm. Learns to grow things: tiny green shoots emerging from nothing and always a miracle. Learns that Finn loves the open sky but isn’t sure he won’t fall up into it and drown. Learns that Leia will straighten her spine and carry on, no matter what the rest of them put on her shoulders. Learns Poe’s evasion maneuvers. Learns Chewbacca’s lullabies.
Every day is the future. Every day is uncertain and terrifying and joyful and full of possibilities. Every day Rey chooses, over and over and over again.