As soon as he said her name, Rey tensed, readying herself for the wave of pity that she'd always known would accompany any admission she made about her parents. Instead, she got something that was more along the line of commiseration, even if Luke was right: it wasn't the same situation. He'd found his family. Rey... despite the way she constantly clung to hope, she was no longer sure that she'd ever find hers.

"If I hadn't left Jakku, I would have never found Han." And he never would have been roped back into the Resistance and practically walked to his own death. That much she didn't say, though, but the way she swallowed back at the hurt was probably enough for someone as observant as Luke to know where her thoughts might have gone.

"Or Leia. Or you," she added, managing to offer up a small smile as she finally looked up at Luke again. "You might not be family, but I'm still grateful to have found you."