His mind is racing, and there are too many thoughts to handle at once--this is probably why he should be spending more time meditating, but he can't do that now. There is so much uncertainty ahead of them, so many things to be decided and figured out. The Death Star is gone, but the war is not over. His friends don't know what happened to him--they might even think he was on the station when it blew.

Would Leia feel it, if he had died? He can feel her, on this planet. Her presence is constant now, even more since he told her their secret.

But there's his father, who needs supplies. There's the girl, who Anakin 'kept' and Luke doesn't even know what that means. And there's the feeling radiating from Anakin, one Luke does not shy away from because he is no longer afraid of being 'tainted.' He has made one decision at least, and that is that he will never turn his father away. Or shut him out.

He turns to watch Misa as she rummages. "Surely we have rations," he says, a bit inanely but he's used to rations. Fresh meat is something he barely knows what to do with. "And I can get bacta from the Alliance. Whatever we need."

He has not, of course, thought any of this through.