If you don't kill them, I'd be happy to do you the favor. Though, you strike me as someone who isn't afraid of exacting justice when it's warranted. What they did to you wasn't justice. They decided on their own who you were. They made the choice for you.

[Her anger and her pain were so familiar to him that it makes his expression darken along with her own. Her story about her father, and the comparisons people undoubtedly made of the two of them, reminded him of himself. It had hurt, remembering the times his parents would whisper behind closed doors about him. He knew now it was because they thought he was like his grandfather.

It was the successful attempt on her life that makes him the most bitter. Luke hadn't been able to go through with it, but the damage it caused was far worse than if he had just killed him in cold blood. He would never forget the lesson that night had taught him.]

I am free, if you'd like the company. I want to hear more about your home. Maybe we don't have to talk about the people who betrayed your trust - we could talk about other things if you want. Or we don't have to talk at all.

[The insinuation is there, plain as day. He sends her his location.]