"Obi-Wan Kenobi trained Anakin Skywalker," he said, almost absently, but the correction was important to him.
Luke stared down at her hand on his. It seemed almost comical, her smaller, younger, but no less work-hardened hand on his, and part of him wanted to laugh. It was not, he realized before it could escape him, a sane or healthy laugh. It was the realization that it was the first human contact he'd had in longer than he could remember. Before coming here, even.
And he was starting to understand why it was dangerous for him to have it, why he'd cut himself off to begin with, long before he'd ever conceived of hiding himself away. It meant far too much for him to take for granted, and always had. It was probably why he'd been unable to make actual friends on Tatooine, why he'd latched onto the first people who'd shown an interest, why he now had to hold Rey at arm's length. He'd always wanted too much.
He neither deserved it now, nor knew what to do with it.
"You haven't listened to a word I've said," he said, but his tone was sad, not angry. "Legends are people, and people are flawed. What good is that beacon, if it's the very thing that created the problem in the first place? Do you think Vader would have existed without the Jedi? Would Kylo Ren? Seeing hope in legends is like asking a holovid to come to life. You're going to be disappointed, and it's not going to give you anything but a false understanding of what's possible."
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Luke stared down at her hand on his. It seemed almost comical, her smaller, younger, but no less work-hardened hand on his, and part of him wanted to laugh. It was not, he realized before it could escape him, a sane or healthy laugh. It was the realization that it was the first human contact he'd had in longer than he could remember. Before coming here, even.
And he was starting to understand why it was dangerous for him to have it, why he'd cut himself off to begin with, long before he'd ever conceived of hiding himself away. It meant far too much for him to take for granted, and always had. It was probably why he'd been unable to make actual friends on Tatooine, why he'd latched onto the first people who'd shown an interest, why he now had to hold Rey at arm's length. He'd always wanted too much.
He neither deserved it now, nor knew what to do with it.
"You haven't listened to a word I've said," he said, but his tone was sad, not angry. "Legends are people, and people are flawed. What good is that beacon, if it's the very thing that created the problem in the first place? Do you think Vader would have existed without the Jedi? Would Kylo Ren? Seeing hope in legends is like asking a holovid to come to life. You're going to be disappointed, and it's not going to give you anything but a false understanding of what's possible."