they could use a good pilot like you. you're turning your back on them.

all right, i'll be right there, aunt beru.

artoo? artoo! yes. yeah, i know. hey, sacred island, watch the language.

now all i got to do is find this yoda. if he even exists. it's a really strange place to find a jedi master. this place gives me the creeps.

but how am i to know the good side from the bad?

red five standing by.

older now, white hair, bearded. he looks at rey. a kindness in his eyes, but there's something tortured, too.

“uncle owen!” luke cries in confusion as his uncle manhandles the boy toward his aunt.

luke skywalker? i thought he was a myth.

goodbye, dear sister—lost, and found. goodbye, sweet, sweet leia.

when my father left, did he tell uncle owen he was gonna come back?

no, i can't keep the vision out of my head. they are my friends; i've got to help them.

not just ben. i see so much of myself in her. that's what i'm most afraid of.

luke, when gone am i, the last of the jedi will you be.

he had found himself wishing he could talk with his aunt beru. she had managed with him despite his uncle owen's hostility, on a planet so far away that no one knew about it.

“why'd you help me?” “because you asked.”

luke once told me the future is always in motion. difficult to see.

old friend, i wish i could make you understand, but i'm not coming back.

a great weight of hopelessness settled upon him, as all the lights in the little cottage flickered out. for several more minutes he sat there, feeling it was the end of everything. all the lights in the universe had flickered out.

red five standing by.