[ His brow furrows and he can't decide whether he's okay or not with the fact that they can read one another so easily. Or the fact that it's just gotten stronger after they shared that moment and Maybe. That's what pushed Luke out.

He shifts on his feet behind her, plucking his lightsaber from his belt and examining the hilt. Keeping his mind busy on wondering which modifications to test out. ]

Did you not hear him compare me to my father?

[ Still a deflection. But really-- ]

Nothing he said disturbed me that deeply. We hardly had a real chance to talk.