[ a deep breath. she fiddles with the hem of the oversized sweatshirt she's wearing. putting words to this is difficult, but if they're being honest, she ought to try. ]
Not in the way you think. Luke— [ that empty space he's left seems to throb. ] My brother and I, we're... connected. I think we always were, though we weren't really aware of it until fairly recently. We didn't even know we were related, let alone siblings — twins.
[ or else she would've never, ever kissed him to make han jealous. it's not her fault that obi-wan was so deadset on protecting her identity that he didn't tell either of them that this magnetism that kept drawing them together was the familial bond of twin beings, not the attraction they misinterpreted it as. good job, kenobi. ]
It wasn't until I came here that I realized I could always feel him. That I always knew he was there. I could reach out find him, even when I couldn't see him. [ and her ability to function as a glorified luke skywalker detector had saved his life on more than one occasion. ] Now I can't, and that void is... It's there, like a sinkhole that can't be covered up.
[ she waves a hand, suddenly self-conscious. ] That probably doesn't make any sense. Just forget I said anything.