Afterwards, after people stopped and stared, after Fett offered to teach Finn and Finn was dragged away by Poe before he could accept, just after….
"Should we ask where you got those?" Leia asked before Luke could say anything, possibly thinking she was sparing her brother grief.
"You know where I got them," Fett replied, slotting the lightsabers into the weapons case. He and his sons may have been uprooted, but he wasn't going to forgo any part of their training just spare the sensibilities of the Resistance. His boys would know how to fight and how to fight with lightsabers; it was life or death.
"Do you remember their names?" Luke asked quietly.
"Not all of them. I tried to kill the younger ones fast, hard to do, Jedi are hard to kill, didn't want them to know what hit them, not their fault the Jedi Council was a pack of barves," Fett said his eyes going distant. He selected one that hadn't been used in the drills he had run his sons through, "This one your Father gave me, had it recovered," he flicked the activator button and the purple blade ignited. His scarred face devolved into a grieving snarl, "Jedi Master Mace Windu."
Leia looked at Luke silently asking if he recognized the name, something in his face made her wonder; he seemed angry, but not at the bounty hunter. Leia gently reached over and covered Fett's hand. She carefully made him flick the activator switch off. With surprising ease she removed the hilt from his grip, and then replaced it in the weapons case and shut it. Fett staggered back, his back hitting the wall. He looked around confused, lost.
Out of the shadows his sons came drifting in and over to their Dad. They huddled around him and then as one turned to stare at Luke and Leia with the same blankly angry expression.
"You should go," J'mee said softly.
"Yes," Jango started, his hand twitching as if it were seeking out a blaster.
"They should," Jaster finished, reaching out to still his brother's hand.
"We'll discuss this again later," Leia said as she and Luke slipped out of the room.