As soon as he claimed it wasn't true, Rey just barely managed to resist the urge to roll her eyes, though the look she gave him was one of barely-veiled amusement. She was sure that his words were meant to be simply placating, and she was about to tell him that she didn't need him to try and make her feel better when it was obvious that he wanted her gone.

Except... his words quickly made that clear that that wasn't entirely true. It wasn't as though Luke had any reason to try and be nice to her; honestly, Rey would be surprised to find that he still knew how to be "nice," at least in the sense of empty etiquettepl. That sort of thing happened after spending so long in isolation.

But if he'd just said he didn't want her gone because he wanted her to go away, did that mean...? "So... you don't want me to go away?"

It might not have been the best thing to take away from his comment, but the thought of actually being wanted was so bizarre to Rey that she didn't quite know how to wrap her mind around that. The Resistance needed her, yes, but that was largely because of what she was capable of. Luke had made it clear that he didn't need anyone. Whether or not he wanted anyone, though, was still a question.

She hesitated for a moment before shifting a little closer to him, tilting her head to look at him and wanting him to meet her gaze. "If that's the case, then maybe I'm exactly where I should be."