[ It isn't fair, really. For her to have spent her whole life searching for her family and arrive at this—a man who wouldn't leave his isolation for her, with her; an uncle she watched die; the mother who can't even embrace her daughter; and Leia, poor grieving Leia, who never slowed down to think of her misery.

Worse, to arrive at Kylo Ren, who she has already accepted that it will be her duty to kill. Leia will not be able to. Luke will not come back. If anyone is to see an end to him, it's her. ]

I don't want to understand. You're telling me that fighting this war means fighting, hurting, killing my own family. That it's already started to tear itself apart before I even knew what it was I'd lost.