I had to change the topic of Rey and Finn’s conversation on the Bestoon Legacy, since originally they discuss her Force Vision from the beginning, which I’ve removed. So I poached a conversation they had from the DOTF script and adapted it. It’s not perfect and could use some work in places:
She nodded wordlessly and headed through the central hold, found a little nook near the engines, and plunked down.
Fear had led to the Dark Side after all. She’d been fine so long as her fear was tempered by peace and control. But the moment she gave in to rage and hatred… Chewbacca was gone. The Millennium Falcon was gone. The Sith Dagger, their only clue to stopping the First Order, was gone. All because of her moment of rage.
Tears were pouring down her cheeks. She couldn’t stop them. Chewie had done so much for her. The Falcon was arguably his by right, but after Han died, Chewie had offered the pilot’s seat to her. And she had repaid this act of enormous generosity and respect by killing him.
As if reading her thoughts, BB-8 gave a long, mournful beep.
C-3PO patted the little droid on the head and said, “Poor, poor Chewbacca.”
Finn squeezed his way into the nook and lowered himself down next to her. His face was stricken.
“It wasn’t your fault,” he said.
“It was,” Rey said, unable to look at him. “I lost control.”
“No, it was Ren. If he hadn’t –”
Rey shook her head. “You saw what happened. That power came from me. Finn, there are things you don’t know about.”
“Then tell me.” He gazed at her, waiting patiently, no trace of judgment on his face.
“I failed,” she said, Leia’s many lectures about calmness and peace competing for space in her head. “I failed to… and now…”
She found herself unable to mention the Dark Side, or to even say Chewbacca’s name.
Finn sighed a tired, weary sigh.
“We’ve been fighting this war for too long,” he said eventually.
He seemed to stare beyond the hull of the ship as he spoke. Then he pressed on, sounding more like his usual self:
“But those people, those children. I saw hope in their eyes. They believe in you. We all do. Nothing can change that.”
Rey knew he meant it as a comfort, but his words added more weight to her already heavy shoulders.
“I can’t be who they need me to be,” she said. “I…”
The afterimage of electricity crackling from her hands seemed to dance in front of her eyes even now.
She didn’t know how she could say it. And then briefly, she felt as though she didn’t have to. As though Finn understood without speaking. She looked up at him, wiping her eyes.
“You’re scared of the Dark Side of the Force,” he said, stating a fact, and then slightly less sure: “You’re scared of him.”
“Not him,” Rey whispered in a very small voice.
She couldn’t finish the thought. Finn took a moment to absorb this.
“Nobody’s path is set if they make the right choices,” he said, and then he gave her his best attempt at a grin. “I should know better than anyone, right?”
She smiled back as best she could; Finn stood and squeezed his way back out of the engine nook. Rey followed him a moment later.