Luke's eyes widened in surprise, and then narrowed as the brunt of her words bore down on him. Or at least, their meaning in contrast to his own experience.

"Do you think," he said slowly, "that I'm 'somebody' because of who my parents were? Because I know where I came from?" He shook his head. "If so, that's a sad legacy, don't you think? To say that I am who I am because of my family is to say that I am only important because my father was the scourge of the galaxy. That's not the way to feel important, Rey."