Luke's response took her off-guard, and Rey could only blink at him in shock for a few moments before the hurt began to creep into her eyes. For someone who didn't want to be known as a legend, he suddenly seemed to be fond of pulling together all of the things that had made him a legend and using them to point out just how insignificant she really was to him, in the grand scheme of things.
It wasn't as though she'd thought any differently, really. She was a nobody from a trash planet, and the only reason she'd been sent here had been because Leia couldn't step away from her duties as general and Rey had been eager to learn more about the Force. She'd just... had so few friends that she'd made the mistake of thinking she and Luke had had a connection of some sort. But if he only thought of her as a child....
He seemed contrite, though, and she wasn't sure if that was because he realized he was being harsh or because he could see the tears brimming in her eyes even in the darkness. But she wasn't about to run crying from his door just because he'd been harsh, so she swallowed back the hurt and did her best not to be emotional.
"You didn't answer my question," she told him levelly once she was sure she could speak without her voice cracking. "Though given your outburst, I don't think you need to tell me whether or not you're all right."
She couldn't help being at least slightly petulant, though, and she glanced away as she blinked back the tears before they could fall. "I'd ask if you wanted to talk about it, but you probably don't want to waste time talking to a child when you'd rather be sleeping."
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It wasn't as though she'd thought any differently, really. She was a nobody from a trash planet, and the only reason she'd been sent here had been because Leia couldn't step away from her duties as general and Rey had been eager to learn more about the Force. She'd just... had so few friends that she'd made the mistake of thinking she and Luke had had a connection of some sort. But if he only thought of her as a child....
He seemed contrite, though, and she wasn't sure if that was because he realized he was being harsh or because he could see the tears brimming in her eyes even in the darkness. But she wasn't about to run crying from his door just because he'd been harsh, so she swallowed back the hurt and did her best not to be emotional.
"You didn't answer my question," she told him levelly once she was sure she could speak without her voice cracking. "Though given your outburst, I don't think you need to tell me whether or not you're all right."
She couldn't help being at least slightly petulant, though, and she glanced away as she blinked back the tears before they could fall. "I'd ask if you wanted to talk about it, but you probably don't want to waste time talking to a child when you'd rather be sleeping."