[ Taking this in, Rey's expression darkens. Some part of her had simplified his life. Famous dad. Famous uncle. Probably famous mom too. Wasn't Leia Organa the only sibling to Luke Skywalker she'd heard of? They were all part of the Rebellion together, according to the stories. It sounded like a cushy life — everything she had ever wanted. Parents, a home, a purpose. Something that made sense.

Except that it didn't. What he felt, obviously, did not mesh with what that place for him was. Maybe that was harder than having no place at all. She didn't have any mould to break.

Rey goes to sit on the other side of the bench, careful not to invade his personal space as she looks down at him, sorrowful and … understanding. She can feel the complicated emotions that stir in regard to his father, in regard to that darkness.

She takes a few silent moments to process it before she answers him. ]

You're campaigning really hard to make me regret ever running into you, you know.

[ It's certainly made her life more complicated. She's something Han Solo would loathe, apparently, and she's being targeted by some shadowy figure of darkness that has apparently been haunting Ben his whole life. Not a considerable net gain, thus far, especially with the visions factored in. But … ]

I don't think you're a monster. For whatever that's worth.