"Like what?" he asked, head turning to take her in. She was giving off waves of agitation, though suppressed. And he was forcibly reminded that she was a kid, seeking answers. Just as he had been once, thrust unwilling into a conflict he hadn't started but was suddenly expected to solve.

"You're not insane," he said, voice far more gentle than it had been. He was realizing that by putting her off, by trying to keep her from the pressure of destiny, he'd actually done something of the opposite. Just because he denied her did not mean the Force stopped in its tracks--and it definitely wanted her for something. Did he think he could stop that by denying her? He sighed. "I'm sorry. You came here for answers, and I... I can't help but wish you didn't need them. You don't deserve to be forced into a role you didn't ask for. You don't deserve to be expected to fix things. That's why I find it hard to give you those answers. Because you didn't ask for this, any more than I did."