Anakin narrowed his eyes at the boy, taking in his too-familiar tunic. "Any relation to Cleigg Lars or his son Owen?"

Luke stayed silent, his eyes trained firmly on the ground, although Anakin thought he could feel a deep sadness radiating from the boy, hidden and tucked tightly away beneath his shields.

"Alright," Obi-Wan said quietly, "Let me ask you this: who is your master, Luke Lars? Where is your Padawan braid? And finally, who is the girl you were with?"

Luke swallowed and looked up at the auburn-haired Jedi. "I'm sorry, Master, but I can't answer those questions. Not without jeopardizing everything else."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Anakin scoffed.

Luke fixed him with a look that he'd only ever seen on Padme, and somehow it fit him. "It means, Knight Skywalker, that I was commanded by my master and the Force itself to not say anything, and I will not fail this mission—too much rides on it."

"Very well then," Obi-Wan said sternly, "We will take you back with us to the Temple. Perhaps Master Yoda will be able to convince you to speak."

They were within sight of the ship when Luke felt a powerful burst of panic that sent him to his knees. Both Jedi masters were shocked by the wave of emotion, but managed to keep their footing. Luke tried to scramble forward, but was unable to due to both his injuries and the firm grip that Anakin had on his uninjured arm. As the ramp of the ship lowered, Luke felt his heart drop. Stormtroopers. And there, struggling in the grip of two of them, was Leia. With the two Padawans together again, Obi-Wan could examine their force signatures properly for the first time. Both were firmly engrained in the light, and they were startlingly similar. They also both had an unprecedented number of bonds and attachments flowing from their presences, a number of which appeared to be severed, especially around Luke. Together, they produced a supernova which eclipsed even Anakin's light.

"Leia, down!" Luke shouted. At that moment, the boy stomped hard on Anakin's toe, prompting the knight to release him. The girl, Leia, went limp in the trooper's arms, throwing all of her weight downward. Simultaneously, Luke summoned the blaster that the girl had dropped, aiming at the clone trooper.

"No!" Obi-Wan shouted, drawing his lightsaber and cutting the weapon in half, rendering it useless.

Both Padawans looked utterly panicked, stunned, and hopeless. They offered little resistance as they were led to a holding cell, and when they were both placed together, they quickly sought each other out, sitting in the corner holding each other, both shaking with fear.

Obi-Wan watched the force-sensitive teenagers on the video monitor. The girl—Leia, Luke had called her name—kept a carefully blank mask, although a tear did manage to escape down her cheek. The boy, though, Luke, came completely undone, his entire body trembling violently as sobs wracked his body and he fell apart.

Leia put her arm around the boy's shoulder in comfort. "It's alright to grieve for them, Luke," She assured him softly.

"No, it's not," he whispered. "There is no emotion, there is peace."

"Everyone grieves, Luke. To grieve is to be human. You know as well as I do that the Jedi Code wasn't perfect. Besides, they might as well have been your parents."

"But they weren't," Luke argued. "All my life, I knew they were my aunt and uncle, not my parents. I don't even know if they were really related to me or if they were just some couple Ben found who wanted to adopt a war orphan. Regardless, they got far more than they bargained for—I may as well have killed them myself!"

"No, Luke! They raised you. Even if they were your aunt and uncle, they're the ones who were always there—that makes them parents. And She told me that He was your step-uncle—not blood related, but still family. And it wasn't your fault, it was mine. I'm the one who crashed on Tatooine and had to ask for your help. I'm the one who led them to you. It wasn't your fault."

As quickly as he'd fallen apart, Luke pulled himself together, closing his eyes and meditating.

"I don't know what to make of them," Obi-Wan mused to his former Padawan.

"They certainly don't act like anyone raised inside the Temple. I can't even figure out how they're connected. From his clothes and accent, I'd say the boy's Tatooinian, but the girl is dressed like a politician, and her accent seems more Core-world to me."

"Whoever they are, they're terrified. Fear is a path to the Dark Side."

"They're children, Master."

Obi-Wan sighed. "I just hope that Master Yoda can sort them out."