[ All it takes is her first couple of sentences for him to relax, let his grief settle again, and smile, all softness and warmth. She's trying her best to console and comfort him—that's easy enough for him to see—even if she isn't particularly good or confident about it.

But she's trying, and that's plenty enough for him. And hey, it does work. ]

I do miss them. But you're right—it's okay. It took me a really long time to realize that.

[ There's a hint of humor there, referencing his very difficult journey coming to terms with the loss. This journey has everything! Zombies, shirtless hobo grandpas, locking eyes with your opponent over your crossed lightsabers in a sexy way, locking eyes with your opponent over your crossed lightsabers in a not sexy way, hot goth space witches, mental breakdowns over crystals, and getting stabbed in a way that should kill you but somehow didn't.

It was very eventful.

He shifts a little to turn partway towards her, legs stretching out. Still with that warm smile on his face. ]

I did. He knows about what happens to us, the Jedi.