"Nothing's impossible," Luke said gruffly, then shook his head. "That sounds stupid, but... what I mean is, I should know by now not to discount anything at first sight." He paused at the look on her face, hoping there was some tidbit she'd left out, something that would piece this together for him.

What she said was something entirely different, and the fact she had to ask somehow hit him with a pang of fresh regret. For lost family, lost chances. For the gulf between what Ben had become, and what he'd been named for.

"No," he said softly. "Of course, you don't know. Ben Solo was the name his parents gave him. I pushed for it, knowing I was never..." He cut himself off. "Ben Kenobi was the name Obi-Wan Kenobi took when he lived on Tatooine, looking over me as a boy from afar. Not the cleverest pseudonym, but it's how I first knew him. Not a Jedi Master, but an old hermit my uncle warned me to stay away from. Ben... Ben was the first person to tell me who I really was." He'd left out a lot, but Luke had long since forgiven him for that. "And the first person to believe in me, and show me the ways of the Force. I followed him to the Rebellion, to Leia, to..." He spread his hand. "Too the world. And, of course, he was the reason Han and Leia had met. So it seemed natural, to name their son for him."

He fell silent, lost in memories. He was the age now that Ben had been when they'd met. And that gulf, too, loomed behind him.