Despite the sense of familiarity she already got from Luke's voice, Rey did note the differences between the way he "sounded" now than he did normally. There was something more hopeful there, something shed'd hoped to be able to hear in his voice more often, if he'd just allow himself to remember what it felt like to believe in a future. As it was, she wrapped herself up in his memories, wishing more than anything that she could have grown up with at least some sense of family and security, though she knew herself better. If she had, she just would've wanted more.

Maybe she and Luke had even more in common than she'd initially thought.

You just wanted more for yourself, she replied with a small chuckle. There's nothing wrong with that. Me,... I would have loved an uncle and aunt, just to know that there was someone around me with answers, whether or not they'd give them to me.

She sighed softly, knowing that this sounded far too much like a bout of self-pity, so she lightly brushed her thumbs across Luke's knuckles, reluctant to open her eyes and break the precious connection between them.

Or I could have been every bit as much of a brat and tried to go off in search of my own answers before too long. But then I doubt the universe could've handled two people living in it who were so much alike.