"Jedi training? Is that another secret organization?" He was trying to make it a joke, but McCoy was worried. Luke was the perfect patsy and it sounded like someone had scooped him up. Shit. Shit. He blinked at the idea that Luke was now the sole member of his organization because it didn't sound like the guy had a clue what he was supposed to be doing. And if he was the only member, who'd trained him? And where did they go? Who would leave a kid all alone with no clear idea of what he was supposed to do with his life?

God, it made his blood boil to think of how many people had been using the kid! McCoy focused on the last thing Luke said, trying to put away the worry and the anger. It wasn't going to help Luke to be upset with things he didn't even fully understand. The guy didn't even seem to understand he'd been used!

"You were a rebel? Against who? Who were you rebelling against? And did you win?" He could do this. He could pretend nothing was wrong with a kid being dragged into a war and told he was a super special operative. Sure he could . . .