Rey could see the sadness Luke was trying to hide, his eyes more expressive than he seemed to realize. It made a lump form in her throat, and she hated that she'd managed to bring the conversation back to something that was so clearly painful for both of them.

Her feelings towards Han were that much more upsetting because they'd only been half-formed, because she'd thought she'd have ages to flesh them out and fully rationalize them. The fact that he'd been so abruptly taken away from her just left a painful void in her heart, even larger than the one that he could have filled had he lived. She couldn't imagine the sort of hole she'd ripped into Luke's heart by reminding him of his lost friend.

So his candid remark about Han earned an unexpected laugh out of Rey, and she hoped to lift his spirits by keeping the talk light. "Oh, he was easily the cockiest, most arrogant person I'd ever met, too. And my bar was set pretty high."

She glanced down, giving Luke's hand a gentle squeeze as she murmured, "He was the one who told me that all the stories I'd heard about you and the Force were true. Somehow, I'm not sure I would have believed it if he hadn't been the one to tell me."