Time travel. Of course. Of all the things she hadn't fathomed in her quest to somehow defy the hand she had been dealt and pull Ben back from wherever he drifted, unreachable but still somehow present in the Force as she'd known he must be, she'd never contemplated that the answer lay in stepping through time itself instead.
The possibility implanted itself somewhere in her consciousness, to be dealt with later, once she's done blinking stupidly at Ezra in mild disbelief.
"He's Anakin's son. He was an older man by the time I met him, but if you don't even know of him -- he must've been a baby, or a young child."
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Date: 2021-02-04 06:13 pm (UTC)The possibility implanted itself somewhere in her consciousness, to be dealt with later, once she's done blinking stupidly at Ezra in mild disbelief.
"He's Anakin's son. He was an older man by the time I met him, but if you don't even know of him -- he must've been a baby, or a young child."