[ Anakin rests his chin against his hand, the picture of an attentive listener. He tries to imagine Ahsoka, but all he has is a shadowy image of a young woman. It's a shame. Another thread tying his family to the time before the Empire is cut.
(He tries not to think about it all too much. Maybe she never knew what her Master became. Maybe she was saved that pain, at least.) ]
You never know. She might show up, and you'll have your chance to ask her.
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(He tries not to think about it all too much. Maybe she never knew what her Master became. Maybe she was saved that pain, at least.) ]
You never know. She might show up, and you'll have your chance to ask her.