The hollowness of that reassurance struck him to the core, and he bit back any notion of pity. It would not serve either of them, and not be accepted by her. But it did hurt, to see such strength yoked to a dead dream. He could not dissuade her from it, but perhaps he could offer some comfort.

Or at least perspective.

"Rey," he said gently, eyes soft but his gaze firm. "I can't pretend it's the same situation, but I know a little something about... waiting for a family that doesn't come. Or isn't... what you expected. Sometimes you have to leave home to find it. If I hadn't left Tatooine, I would never have found my sister. My father. My own family."

It was more complicated than that, of course. He'd been lied to, for one. But then, how much was Rey lying to herself?