"But you still learned where you fit into your fight," Rey told him, trying to keep her voice steady. She'd come to Luke hoping that the clouds would part and she would suddenly know her place in everything, but... either because of Kylo's interference or some shortcoming of her own making, she was more confused now than ever. "You didn't deserve to be taken from whatever life you'd had at the start. But you did what you could with what you had and came out a legend."

Leaning in towards him and looking at him with eyes every bit as determined as they were fearful, she concluded, "You're all I have, Master Skywalker. If you can't help me, then-...." She was almost in tears, and she hated it, but if nothing else, she felt she could be vulnerable around Luke. Even if he thought her tears foolish, who was he going to tell?

"Then I'm afraid. Afraid of where I'll turn to find the answers. Please, just... just give me something to hold onto."