Anakin
"Aunt Leia?"
Leia looks over beside her to where her teenage nephew is sitting quietly. Too quietly. The boy is so sad these since...
"Yes, dear?"
"Can you tell me about Anakin?"
Leia is taken aback. Her youngest son, Anakin. Killed almost a decade and a half ago, when he was barely much older than his young cousin here.
"I never knew him. I have no memory of him."
Ben has never asked about Anakin before. Probably in deference to the pain it still causes her or her husband to talk about him. But now it seems he's become immune to all conceptions of pain. Like Jacen...
"Well-"
"Do you think he would have done something like this? If he'd survived Myrkr, if he had become my Master instead of Jacen? Do you think he'd have turned to the Dark Side?"
"Ben, I-I never believed even Jacen could turn to the Dark Side."
"I don't think he would've. Anakin, I mean. I wish Jacen had died on Myrkr instead of Anakin. He would have been a better Master. He would never have turned! He would never have killed my Mom! He would never have betrayed me like that!"
Ben flees before his aunt can see his tears.
Leia had been about to rebuke Ben, but bites back her words instead. She wonders where he's suddenly gotten to know so much about Anakin.
What if...
