"So long as none of them attempt to give me a shot while I'm not looking." Oh, the howl Ben had let out that time - and the ensuing slaughter of droids, mostly unintentional. Needles were barely doable when he saw it coming, they were an unacceptable surprise. He liked Dr. Kalonia, but he had instincts about perceived attacks.

His first instinct was to argue he wasn't stupid and he would be fine once he was on medication. He didn't enjoy starving. Except he did enjoy, in a way, the flood of the Force through him, the power he could wield. If things went bad in this war, he might be tempted to skip a meal or two, whatever it took to get the edge on their enemies. Was that foolish? He couldn't tell. Would it work? Possibly, but the very fact he was having this debate in his head meant that her point was proven. "I don't really have many people who would even want to be part of my safety net," he admitted, the weight of all his errors as Kylo Ren gathering over him like leaden clouds. "I spent a lot of time and energy isolating myself. My father, my uncle Chewie, Rey, Poe and my mother are all I can hope for."

Not Luke - he wasn't going to inflict himself upon the man whose life he'd ruined so thoroughly. Luke had suffered more than enough. He didn't need to try to deal with Ben again.