Luke holds her gaze and answers what she didn't ask. "My father was Anakin Skywalker. He was a Jedi. And this one, I made here from one left behind by a Jedi who was here and has gone. When I arrived, I only had my crystal, not the lightsaber, and they don't have the materials necessary to make one. They don't even have durasteel here." He shifts his hand to rest over the hilt, feeling the call of the crystal inside, the echo from Obi-Wan's crystal hidden around his neck.