Luke had a new opportunity with you, something far removed from the New Republic, or the First Order, or the Jedi Order of everything. It was just you. He found you when you were very young, too young. At first, he saw you as a little girl who needed someone else, but in the end, he grew fond of you and treated you like a daughter. The distance in Luke's eyes was a form of protection, where all those things you saw or heard were just stories, things that ultimately found an imaginary reason but never reality. You were Force-sensitive, like his nephew Ben, who met a bad end. The older you got, the more he shut down when it came to answering questions, so you sought answers on your own planet of Ahch-To. Thanks to your sensitivity, you also found temples, books, carved stones, the voices... Your caretaker had lied to you; you kept that in mind. The sky opened up like a storm, torrential rain. Luke was worried, of course, but instead of looking for you, he started the tea, waiting for you to return soaked, as it wasn't the first time that had happened.

"You're finally here," he said, putting the tea on, feeling you. He thought you were going to make that joke about him having eyes in the back of his head. But now that you know everything, it would be very different. Look at you, you're soaked. "I told you to come back; it's storm season."