Together, they are more than the sum of their parts.

It is more than the Force. It is just them. They can feel everything when they can feel each other.

The feelings are so strong it could shake the all the worlds in the galaxy. The Force clears for them; everything is understood perfectly. It makes sense, and there is harmony.

Now, that they are torn apart, they are like the twin lovers, forced to live day and night apart. She is in the world of day, trapped forever to shine as the sun, and he is lost eternally to the night.

Together, they are more than the sum of their parts.

Alone, they are like a lightsaber, perfectly built, but without a crystal to bring its blade to life.

They are alone. She is alone, and she misses him. He is alone, in the beyond of death.

Together, they are more than the sum of their parts.

Alone. They are alone. They cannot feel anything now.