He glances over to her again, then back to the holocron. With his free hand, he lifts it slightly, then lets it go. It hovers above his palm for a moment, the floats up again, away from them.

"I don't know if I can believe everything is the will of the Force."

The idea of some greater plan, or reason, doesn't offer him any peace or understanding. At least, not anymore. Maybe it's a weakness, maybe it means he doesn't understand the Force the way he should. But he also knows it's what he feels, that he needs to acknowledge it.

He shifts his other hand, to take hers. "But if nothing else, I'm sure our meeting was."