The eggs were... not great. But they were edible. They were also hot, which meant they were basically preferable to most anything Luke had eaten in months.

"Yoda or Obi-Wan would have said it was anything but an accident," Luke hedged, glossing over her talk of the First Order. "But essentially, yes. Not without some prodding. I wanted nothing more than to go. Anywhere, really. I was so eager to join the Academy, I might've just as easily been on the other side. But Uncle Owen was always trying to protect me. He couldn't keep me hidden forever, of course. But he tried."

Luke fell silent for a moment. It had gotten him and Beru killed. The first in a long list of lives taken simply because of who he was. He wondered, not for the first time, if perhaps his own mother was on that list, too.

"He killed my aunt and uncle," Luke began again, quietly, looking at the ground. "Or ordered them killed, anyway, in the search for Artoo. So you see, the whole thing would never have happened if Leia hadn't been above Tatooine, if she hadn't uploaded the plans to Artoo, if Artoo hadn't mentioned Obi-Wan Kenobi, if Ben hadn't been living close by... Before I knew it, I was orphaned again, rescuing a princess, destroying a space station. Training to be a Jedi because there simply was no one else."