Luke looked back up at her, faint surprise in his expression. "What have you learned?" he asked. Belatedly, he realized that might be too much. "I'm sorry, you don't have to answer that," he offered quickly. "It's just... I have no idea where I'd even start."

For one thing, his mind was too full of the people, the work, he'd left behind. It was hard to focus on anything else, having just gone through what he had. To then be ripped away from the aftermath had left a part of him torn out, imperfectly cauterized.