As he held his father's lightsaber in hand, Korkie found himself pondering the lives the blade had stolen. Had his father ever done the same, alone on Tatooine? Tears burned in his eyes. He would never know. His father hadn't even known of his existence, and now he was dead.
"Korkie," a disembodied voice whispered. He looked up to see a ghostly figure standing in front of him, his form flickering like a faulty hologram. The saber's crystal seemed to sing at his presence.
"Who...Who are you?" Korkie stammered.
The ghost smiled. "I am your father."