Much as Luke had always wanted to leave Tatooine--and as many times as he'd been dragged back--there's a strange sort of nostalgia, being here. He's been back, but only after Ben was gone, everything fallen into the sort of disused dustiness that makes its current state seem pristine.

He glances up sharply at the observation, barely heard over the distraction of his leg, and his eyes widen with an almost childlike loss mixed with the same sort of gratitude he'd felt when first hearing his father was a Jedi Knight. He's never much thought about it, knowing he'd never have the chance to know what Anakin was like. Must be something about this room, he thinks, and swallows back all the things he wants to tell Obi-Wan.

He wants to say I met my sister. He wants to say Anakin's still in there, even now, and I will reach him, and you will be avenged that way. He wants to say so many things that this man probably shouldn't hear, given that they don't know why this is happening or what might affect the future. His past? Whatever this is. But what will matter to Ben, that won't alter his actions? Or reveal more about Ben's own end? Luke's life, of late, has been a string of consequential events.

"I finally tasted ice cream," he says suddenly, without thinking. "Just last year, actually." He smiles. "It was amazing."