[Tenderly, his fingers trace her cheek. He wished that he could just drive away all the bad memories they'd held onto for so long. He could almost picture her nights, laying awake while staring at the marked walls of her AT AT house. Those lonely nights were something he had in common with her, feeling lost in his own destiny.

He hated that she had been hurt by her parent's mistakes. They were so much worse than what his parents had done. Years of neglect didn't quite compare to years of abandonment. His act of cutting out that part of his life had created a hole so large that he hadn't been sure he could fill it again, yet Rey had helped him begin to heal a bit at a time. He wanted to help her too.]

I'm not sure I should continue seeking him out. I think it causes him too much pain to be reminded of my grandfather.

[Yet he wanted a teacher. Obi-Wan didn't seem at all perturbed by him as his family had been. He'd even taught him a few things. Still, their relationship was complex and one filled with years of misery that stretched three generations of Skywalkers. His family was cursed by this pain. The last thing he wanted was to further inflict this onto Obi-Wan.]