Din had only seen Luke briefly before - just long enough to be awed by the power he possessed, but the uncanny way he'd shown up exactly when Din had thought the end had finally found him, feeling certain it would be at the hands of driods that he found death - just like he'd always feared. But it hadn't happened that way, the jedi had been there and handled what Din could not and he'd taken the child. Din had known it was right, Grogu needed a teacher, and he couldn't help with what Grogu could do - but watching the jedi take the child, his child - it still ached to think about. And now this, a world where the jedi existed but Grogu did not? He didn't know how to make peace with that.
Luke though - he smiled as he approached, not the small sort of smile he'd given Din aboard Gideon's ship, but something warmer, brighter even as he greeted him by name. He wasn't going to get used to that, people just knowing his name like this, knowing him, some version of him. It made him want to run, to put as much distance between himself and this place as possible and yet from all he'd heard that wasn't going to be possible. "It feels a little pointless when so many seem to know me already." Even at home those he'd considered allies hadn't known his name, he hadn't heard his own name in years, not until Gideon had spoken it on Nevarro.
"Have they..." He started and stopped not certain if he wanted to know the answer. So much of this was new and strange but he knew he needed the answer even if it would send him reeling to hear it. "I've been told I didn't have my armor when I arrived before." He began again, "Has everyone here seen my face?" It had been one thing for the child, to protect his clan, and his son, but this place? Full of strangers? Din almost didn't want to know.