The sense of hesitation that came from Rey at his request was almost palpable. It wasn't that she didn't want to tell Luke anything about her life, so much as... there wasn't anything he'd really want to hear, much less experience through this unique method of communication. Whereas much of Luke's life over the past few years had been simply surviving, that was the entirety of Rey's life.
So she paused for a few moments before reasserting her grip on Luke's hands, very slowly walking him through her day-to-day life on Jakku. There was the Imperial Walker she'd converted into a home, with her sagging hammock and the small samples of vegetation she'd been able to find in the desert and keep alive, along with books and a cracked helmet and other assorted things she'd scavenged but had been unable to sell or trade. There was also a workstation with various boxes and other makeshift containers, neatly keeping all of her projects out of the way until she was able to work on them. It wasn't exactly a lavish lifestyle, but it was cozy, and it suited her needs. It was a place where she could sleep off particularly nasty encounters with nightwatchers, store any extra crumbs from her daily portions in case rations ran low, sift through broken parts and see if she could make any use out of them, and draw out plans for modifications on her speeder.
Speaking of her speeder, there was an overwhelming sense of fondness as the scene changed to her riding astride a rust-colored machine that looked as though it might fall to pieces along the scorching sand at any moment. Rey didn't have many recreational activities, but customizing her speeder had been a lifelong project that she'd relished immensely, and it still hurt her to think of how quickly it had been destroyed soon after she'd met Finn.
Of course, that led to her thinking about how it had been destroyed, and how she'd been forced to make do with the grounded piece of garbage that she would later find out was the Millennium Falcon. Which led to her and Finn being found by Han and Chewie, which led to her remembering about Han calling out to a monster named Ben on the bridge of Starkiller....
Startled by how quickly her thoughts had turned towards that, she let go of Luke's hands, gasping out, "Sorry!" even as Han's voice still echoed in her mind. Opening her eyes would mean that she'd have to look at Luke, and how could she do that after almost showing him what had happened to his brother-in-law? So instead of opening her eyes, she covered her face with her hands, taking a deep breath to push those emotional images aside. "Sorry," she repeated, sounding a little steadier. "I didn't mean-... not much happened on Jakku until I met Finn, and then... everything seemed to happen all at once. I'm sorry."
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So she paused for a few moments before reasserting her grip on Luke's hands, very slowly walking him through her day-to-day life on Jakku. There was the Imperial Walker she'd converted into a home, with her sagging hammock and the small samples of vegetation she'd been able to find in the desert and keep alive, along with books and a cracked helmet and other assorted things she'd scavenged but had been unable to sell or trade. There was also a workstation with various boxes and other makeshift containers, neatly keeping all of her projects out of the way until she was able to work on them. It wasn't exactly a lavish lifestyle, but it was cozy, and it suited her needs. It was a place where she could sleep off particularly nasty encounters with nightwatchers, store any extra crumbs from her daily portions in case rations ran low, sift through broken parts and see if she could make any use out of them, and draw out plans for modifications on her speeder.
Speaking of her speeder, there was an overwhelming sense of fondness as the scene changed to her riding astride a rust-colored machine that looked as though it might fall to pieces along the scorching sand at any moment. Rey didn't have many recreational activities, but customizing her speeder had been a lifelong project that she'd relished immensely, and it still hurt her to think of how quickly it had been destroyed soon after she'd met Finn.
Of course, that led to her thinking about how it had been destroyed, and how she'd been forced to make do with the grounded piece of garbage that she would later find out was the Millennium Falcon. Which led to her and Finn being found by Han and Chewie, which led to her remembering about Han calling out to a monster named Ben on the bridge of Starkiller....
Startled by how quickly her thoughts had turned towards that, she let go of Luke's hands, gasping out, "Sorry!" even as Han's voice still echoed in her mind. Opening her eyes would mean that she'd have to look at Luke, and how could she do that after almost showing him what had happened to his brother-in-law? So instead of opening her eyes, she covered her face with her hands, taking a deep breath to push those emotional images aside. "Sorry," she repeated, sounding a little steadier. "I didn't mean-... not much happened on Jakku until I met Finn, and then... everything seemed to happen all at once. I'm sorry."