From the looks of it, you are home. Whether you like it or not.

[With his mother leading the Resistance, it's hard to call any place she's in charge of less than her home—and thus, his home. It's weird for Rey, who grew up on Jakku but never felt like she belonged there. She doesn't know what a home is like. Though sometimes around Luke, Leia, and the others, she feels like she's there. And sometimes in the cold expanse of space, curled up on one of the bunks in the Falcon, she feels like she's home, too.

Moving forward. She's moving forward. She sees what she can see.

It makes her wonder how much he looks backward. Is he the same? It's possible.]

I don't much care about what good there is in you. That's up to you if you want to show anyone. [Her words are crisp, simple. She is restraining her anger within her, and she knows she can't let it control her. That's the way to the dark side, and she has so much light within her. She can't let it go out, even in the face of him.]

I want to know why you wanted to teach me. [There is more to say. But she leaves it at that, to see what that statement will invite from him.]