Rey didn't know what was worse: Luke drawing parallels between her and his nephew, or Luke drawing parallels between her and himself. She could fight against becoming a monster, she could choose not to murder or manipulate or give in to any of her darker urges. But being compared to the Jedi that's still whispered about as being the single greatest hero the galaxy had ever known?

Even if Luke had never wanted that mantle, it was one he bore, and one that was far too heavy for Rey to bear herself. She couldn't be this generation's Luke Skyalker. Just being a nobody was hard enough, most days.

But that was all she could be. A nobody who was trying her hardest to be somebody, anybody, even if she didn't quite feel ready for it. "I won't either," she noted after she was sure her voice wouldn't waver again. "History won't repeat itself, Luke. I'll do better. I promise."