Rey didn't realize just how tense her entire body was until her jaw began aching, and she unclenched it somewhat reluctantly when she noticed that he was attempting to be reasonable rather than let himself get hurt or angry or scared, or whatever combination of emotions he felt when he thought of his nephew. She hated that he could still so easily say that he saw him in her, that he still saw some sort of similarity between her and the thing who'd murdered the first person who'd ever tried to reach out to her. But while she might not have known much about the Force, she knew enough to understand that giving in to her anger will only prove him right, will only act as another point she had in common with someone she detested and feared, and so she took a slow, shaky breath as she tried to clear her head and listen to what Luke was actually saying.

"He became Kylo Ren because he chose to," Rey replied hollowly. "He chose to put on a mask, he chose to kill, he chose everything. Even if you think you'd turned away from him, he was still the one who made a conscious choice to fall down the path to the dark side."

She had to believe that. Because so long as she could keep telling herself that it was all about choice, she could keep the worst of pain and anger reined in. Otherwise, it would become far too tempting to believe that she could be capable of doing terrible things because of other people or her lot in life, rather than hold herself accountable.

"I'm not going to make those choices, Luke. I don't want power or revenge or whatever it is he thinks he's gaining by being who he is. Don't look at me and see what you think of as your failures. See possibilities."