From where Luke was standing, Kylo Ren was not the monster Rey feared, and he himself was not the legend she revered. So neither comparison seemed particularly out of line. But more than that, it was the context he knew.

She probably didn't want to know how much she reminded him of his sister, under the circumstances.

"That's all I should have asked," he said gruffly. "Part of that, Rey, must be that you tell me about these visions, if they happen again. I won't be mad unless I know something important it being kept from me--it may mean nothing, but it may mean everything. But you must trust me." He swallowed, brow furrowing. "No," he amends slowly, "we must trust one another."

He couldn't protect her, the way he'd tried to protect Ben. The way Ben's namesake had tried to protect him. Both had failed.