For a moment there was a slightly furrowed brow and a tilt of his head, as if the name rang a bell. Though in the next the thought was banished. He didn’t want to remember… anything really.

“Should I?” The tone a bit snippy and lacking the warmth one would expect from him in years past. There was no light in him either other than what would expect from a simple living being. Any traces of force sensitivity banished, hidden. He didn’t want it anymore.

“You should go,” he then said, intending to walk past Ezra and to dismiss him completely. He was just an old man that wanted to be left alone.