Sitting cross-legged on her bed, Rey pours through the ancient Jedi texts she took with her from Ahch-To. They're fascinating, and no matter how many times she reads them, it feels like there's still more to learn.

Yet the more she reads, the more she's struck by how lonely and isolating some of the Jedi teachings feel. Padawans of old were taken away from their families as infants and taught to let go of those connections so nothing would distract them from the task of maintaining law and order.

Most never saw their families again — or if they did, it was brief.

Any sign of continued affection for their past was treated as a failure. Anyone who questioned it was viewed with suspicion.

It's uncomfortably similar to what the First Order did to the children they kidnapped and brainwashed into being stormtroopers. The motives and methods were different, but the underlying concept was the same: children too young to understand what was happening being told to give themselves over to the collective.

Besides, if there's one thing she's learnt above all since leaving Jakku, it's the importance of friendship and camaraderie. She can survive by herself; she has never doubted that. Still, it's only when she's surrounded by people she loves that she can truly thrive.

People matter. Love matters. A life without attachments is barely a life at all, and the Jedi cannot stand tall above everyone else, the sole keepers of mystical knowledge and power.

All that does is open up the way for the Dark Side to take root.

The question, of course, is what to replace those teachings with. The old ways were flawed, but they were there for a reason. While she wants no part in an order that requires children to denounce their parents, there does need to be measures in place to ensure the Jedi don't let their attachments blind them.

After all, overwhelmed by her fear, confusion and frustration at both herself and Ben, she almost killed Chewie.

But how can she give others an answer to that issue when she's still trying to find the balance in her own life?

Sighing, Rey gently closes the book and sets it aside on her bedside table. As impatient as she is to spread the Jedi teachings, Rose is right: if something is worth doing, it's worth doing well. She can afford to take a few extra months to make sure the new Jedi Order doesn't have the same flaws as the last.

Leaning over the desk on the other side of their quarters, Poe's examining a map of the galaxy, making the occasional note on his datapad.

Rey isn't the only one with wrongs to right. While Finn and Jannah are working on deprogramming other stormtroopers, Poe is leading the remainder of the Resistance in addressing the intergalactic atrocities that have been left to fester since the Jedi were decimated.

For a moment, she watches him, smiling involuntarily. She still isn't quite used to sharing living space with someone, but it's a nice kind of different. It's the kind that she never wants to end.

'I'm going to take a speeder out,' she says, standing. 'I bet I can beat you to that old creek.'

When he turns to her, his eyes are alight. 'Give me two minutes to wrap this up and you're on.'

A/N: For DamereyDaily. Prompt: 'unspin the laws' from The Universe by May Swenson