The proximity of another sentient being was almost distracting. Especially now that Luke had loosened his barriers to the Force, which had been not so much a choice as a reflex he didn't fix. The longer she was there, the less resistance he could maintain to bending to her like one of these flowers to the light.
Which was, he reflected, a pretty stupid thought for an old man.
But she was so bright, not just in the Force but in her presence next to him. Even without the added senses, she'd aroused something in him he'd never thought to feel again. The desire for connection with another living being. She had spoken of conflict within him--and among the many, that was chief. He did not want to want her here. Did not want to need people. Growing up as he had, he had made friends late and held on to them tightly. Being alone, while not a natural state, was habitual. It was easier. Because Luke had never been good at moderating attachment, once begun. So what in the nine hells was he doing?
"Have you?" he asked, eyes slanting towards her face. "Seen someone, I mean." There was suspicion there, but not for the reasons she might have thought--he was thinking of Ben Kenobi, of Yoda. "There are those so powerful in the Force, so attuned, that they can project themselves into being. We are all the Force, and the Force is us. So, yes. It takes a tremendous amount of control to be one with the Force to the extent that it... takes your shape."
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Which was, he reflected, a pretty stupid thought for an old man.
But she was so bright, not just in the Force but in her presence next to him. Even without the added senses, she'd aroused something in him he'd never thought to feel again. The desire for connection with another living being. She had spoken of conflict within him--and among the many, that was chief. He did not want to want her here. Did not want to need people. Growing up as he had, he had made friends late and held on to them tightly. Being alone, while not a natural state, was habitual. It was easier. Because Luke had never been good at moderating attachment, once begun. So what in the nine hells was he doing?
"Have you?" he asked, eyes slanting towards her face. "Seen someone, I mean." There was suspicion there, but not for the reasons she might have thought--he was thinking of Ben Kenobi, of Yoda. "There are those so powerful in the Force, so attuned, that they can project themselves into being. We are all the Force, and the Force is us. So, yes. It takes a tremendous amount of control to be one with the Force to the extent that it... takes your shape."