Ben opened his own eyes - when had he closed his? - as he felt the sharing come to an end. The memory of the purity from before, the darkness that clouded everything and the faintest little spark, it all resonated deep within him and reminded him of Anakin. Luckily, he'd made himself watch all the holos of Anakin's story a few times by now, and so he knew that the final chapter of the tale was one of redemption, that small sparks of hope could be rekindled into blazing fires. So it would be with the Heart.
"I understand," he said with a smile and a brief squeeze of her hand, and let her see the comparison he'd drawn. It was only fair, after all.
"Both of us know what to search for now," he continued, "what it needs to feel like. We can triangulate now, and work out a location rather than simply a direction to walk in."