Luke sighed, shaking his head. She reminded him so much of himself, sometimes, and it was as painful as it was amusing. He wondered, not for the first time, how Yoda and Ben had felt, confronted with all his hot-headed insistence that he could do anything, and more.

He remembered literally hitting the roof when he thought Yoda was going to refuse to train him. Was he going to do the same? Was that threat real? Was there any reason to go on making her believe it was? Hadn't he had enough of cagey Jedi obfuscation?

"Calm down," he said, voice softening into a gruff rumble. "I'm not kicking you out." He pointed a finger at her. "Yet. You know just enough to be even more dangerous than you were." He'd never seen anyone pick up the Force as quickly without instruction as Rey. It seemed like all she had to do was see something to be able to do it herself. It was terrifying.

He'd let himself run before. There was no where left to go.

"What did you feel, just now?" he asked instead. "Describe it to me."