"Oh. I didn't even know that was possible, but I hadn't had the chance to read the texts before I," she shrugs, "washed up here." Rey thinks she should feel guilty about stealing the ancient Jedi texts, but Luke clearly wasn't doing anything with them, other than having them out on display. What good was that to anyone? So she figures she'd rescued them from being relics of the ancient past. And she wrinkles her nose slightly at the mention of other plans. "What kinds of plans? The stories all say that Darth, uh, Anakin Skywalker threw him into a pit on the second Death Star. Then it exploded. It's hard to come back from being exploded?"

It's a very mysterious smile. But at least it's a smile. Luke was far more grumpy than anything. "So...I'm sorry, I'm still trying to get things straight, a little bit of Dark is okay as long as I control it and don't let it control me? That's. I'm sorry, but that's against most of what I've heard and been told before."

Powerful light, powerful darkness. Luke had said that. Even Snoke, that disgusting old reptile, said that she was the light to balance Ben's Kylo Ren's darkness. But each had said it in a way which seemed to her to be as a wall between them.