It was easy to tell she'd touched a nerve. Not intentionally. Because Ariadne never intentionally wounded. But hurt was hurt, regardless of intention.

Her expression softened. "No," she said. "Not steal. I didn't mean it like that."

At least, she didn't think she did. Her feelings were still confused when it came to the way Obi-Wan had described his youth.

"I suppose I mean they were afraid Luke would leave them. He's..." How to put it? "Well, he's a lot like me, I think. Eager to be out in the world. Or worlds, in his case."