Luke stared at her, in a way that would have been comical were anyone else watching. Was she speaking another language? Or maybe she'd never met another human being. His mouth opened, then shut. He looked out at the ocean, until a porg made eye contact and made him feel even weirder, so he shut his eyes.

"No, it did not," he said. Maybe if he didn't see her, he could get through this. "Because of who I am, and who you are. There is no reason for you to... This is my fault. I... I'm older, and should know better. And should be able to control..."

He was a teacher. A mentor. All of this... It was beneath him.