Luke. Not Master Luke. Just Luke. He stared at her hand, then had to shut his eyes. This was ridiculous, and he was acting like a child. Well, a worse child than he'd ever been, himself. But perhaps it was because this was the first he'd been truly forced to deal with this since losing Ben.

There was a lot pent up behind that.

Stopping it back up was harder than it should be.

But he reigned in some of his spilling emotion, taking a few deep breaths and realizing, belatedly, just how much he'd been projecting. As if he needed more reason to hate himself.

"I created Kylo Ren," he said softly, deciding in the moment that she deserved to know the truth, if she was going to insist on staying.