The feeling of new distance between them at his fact made him wish, stabbingly, that he hadn't said it. But, again, fair was fair; all the more reason he had to. Get such things out of the way. If they were going to go anywhere he wanted to go, and hope she did too, it had to be honest and transparent. They were being very ambitious, though, doing this so fast. It was so hard not to.

He decided to step it back, be more of a mirror to her pace. This one was easy, even as he winced at the thought of her being so hurt—nightmare fuel, at how easily, again, she could have died.

"I was shot in the shoulder," he said, commiserating. "I also still feel it sometimes. It didn't heal on its own… a Force-healer helped me. Which drove me crazy because…" So much for mirroring, here came the real fact: "I was raised not to trust Force users. Or really believe in the Force. Not that it cared or took sides."