He should end this, Luke thought. Before it became too tempting to just stay here, wrapped in an intimacy he had seldom allowed himself to know. Even before Ahch-To, he had worked hard to remain aloof, to be what was needed. Not once, in his estimation, had a lonely farmboy from the Outer Rim fit that bill. So he had become someone else.

But this, this conversation, felt dangerously close to acceptance of a sort he wasn't certain he could afford. Not and continue to eschew the outside world.

That's how I got involved in the Rebellion begin with. A droid carrying secret plans, a message from a princess...

He was smiling openly now, at the image of BB-8. Funny, how the Force had a way of working through astromech droids.