Whatever it was that she and Kylo had been doing couldn't be a visual projection, then, since it seemed to have been occurring almost naturally, with no thought on either of their parts. At least, Rey certainly had had no intention on communicating with Kylo that way; if he'd been feigning his surprise and confusion and had really been behind these visions all along, that was a little more troubling. It brought her right back to square one, wherein she worried that this strange sort of communication was a sign that Kylo had gotten into her head and was going to use that to his fullest advantage.

Before she could fret too much over that, though, Luke was asking questions, and for some reason, that last one hit her like a splash of cold water. "What? No! I already told you, I'm not leaving this island without you. And you're far from the most stubborn person in the galaxy."

The thought of leaving Ahch-To hadn't crossed her mind, not with Kylo telling her that he couldn't see her surroundings. Luke was still safe, and so long as that was the case, she had no reason to leave. Leia might forgive Rey for returning empty-handed, but Rey wouldn't be able to forgive herself.

Besides... she didn't want to leave Luke. She felt a natural kinship with anyone who was isolated and lonely, and even disregarding that, she liked him. He wasn't nearly so gruff as his exterior made him seem.

"You're stuck with me, Master Skywalker. Unfortunately for you, I've become very good at waiting over the years."