[ No one is invincible. He thinks of the Order and its many thousands of powerful Jedi, all strong in the Force, and how it should have been invincible. But it fell, along with all those Jedi, in a matter of moments.

That sobers him, his gaze falling to their still-entwined hands, though he isn't really seeing them. ]

I know I'm definitely not invincible, trust me. [ And added a second later, a small thread of humor laced through his tone: ] And I would never underestimate you.

[ He still has an ache in his side, where that Sith Lord stabbed him—always a reminder of how close he came to never leaving Nur. A humbling experience, if there ever was one. ]

I didn't trust the first person who messaged me. I trusted you. And you didn't lie, did you? And my fingers are still here.

[ He gives her hand a gentle squeeze, as if to punctuate his point. There's an equal amount of gentleness in his voice. ]