It was slightly unsettling being so close to Luke and watching him watch her. Not because she found anything unsettling about him - which was odd in itself, given that years of isolation were bound to make a person pick up habits that could unsettle others - but because she could make out just how blue his eyes still were, and if she focused on them long enough she could almost picture what he might have looked like as a young man.

Almost, but not quite. She couldn't see his worn look on a younger man, that exhaustion and nihilism in the face of someone thirty years younger. But the hope she'd envisioned on his younger self looked equally out of place on Luke's face, and that made Rey more than a little sad.

He was never going to see things her way. Not because he couldn't, but because he didn't want to. She supposed she could understand that, since she was just as willfully stubborn.

Frustrated but not entirely defeated, she sighed as well as she followed his gaze. She could continue to attempt to hammer in her point, but it she kept going at it too hard, she might just ruin whatever tenuous relationship they'd managed to build up. She'd fail Leia if she couldn't bring Luke back, but she'd fail Luke if she ended up pushing him away. And again, for all the respect she had for Leia, Luke was her immediate concern.

"What was Tatooine like?" she asked softly. "I never really got to visit other planets before finding my way to the Resistance."

Or maybe she had, but those memories have been swept away along with her parents' faces, and so she chose not to dwell on that too hard right now.