His talk with Soma had been interesting, albeit depressing at times, though Rey supposed that was his own fault. A part of him hated himself for acting this way, while another part claimed it was perfectly normal. The events that caused this certainly weren't--how many people could claim to do what he did?--but his grieving was. As someone who'd never known what it was like to be ordinary, Rey found this small bit of normalcy comforting.

He sat down on a bench, staring at the pond with a melancholy expression on his face. It was surprisingly relaxing, in a gloomy sort of way. Even with all his conflicts, whether they be years or days old, accepted realities of his life or things he was struggling to move past, he could still be at peace. He was far from all right, and still didn't want to live in the long run, but times like these affirmed his belief that all life was worth living.

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