He wanted to ask about Han. There was a part of him that blamed himself for not having stopped Ben. He'd cut himself off--he hadn't known. He could have done something. What, he did not know--but inaction was no excuse.
It was, however, what he'd chosen. To avoid further pain. But whose?
There was, too, that part that knew that Ben was his fault, and thus Han's death was too in a very real, if indirect, sense. And so he bit back his questions, his need to connect on the basis of a shared friend who was as much of a brother to Luke as Leia was a sister. Perhaps even more so.
But it was not the time to wallow in yet another mistake he'd made.
"It doesn't work that way," he said, shaking his head. "You don't get to decide who needs you--or even know, sometimes. Our lives touch so many, Rey. The Force can often show us how what we do may ripple out into the universe, but better men than I have been mistaken about the actions of one person."
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It was, however, what he'd chosen. To avoid further pain. But whose?
There was, too, that part that knew that Ben was his fault, and thus Han's death was too in a very real, if indirect, sense. And so he bit back his questions, his need to connect on the basis of a shared friend who was as much of a brother to Luke as Leia was a sister. Perhaps even more so.
But it was not the time to wallow in yet another mistake he'd made.
"It doesn't work that way," he said, shaking his head. "You don't get to decide who needs you--or even know, sometimes. Our lives touch so many, Rey. The Force can often show us how what we do may ripple out into the universe, but better men than I have been mistaken about the actions of one person."