A lightsaber was just a hunk of metal that emitted a plasma blade; the Force couldn't have a hand in something completely inorganic like that. Could it? "I don't-...." She didn't know what to say, given that Luke knew more about these matters than she did.

"I didn't want it," she murmured with a frown, looking away. "I didn't want any of this. I didn't want what it would do to my life, keeping me away from Jakku for so long and throwing me in the middle of all... this."

But even as she said it, she looked around, and even the lonely island that Luke had chosen for his self-imposed exile was a far more hospitable place than Jakku. "I still say that, whatever the Force might ultimately have had in mind, I was meant to find you and bring that lightsaber back to you. What you do with that is entirely up to you."