Listening quietly, Ben nods slowly, his hand gently squeezing Ezra’s shoulder. “I understand. You were a child. There was nothing else you could have done.” His voice full of sympathy and sorrow for Ezra.

“I… thought Anakin was dead, until today. Now that I remember, I’m not sure which is easier. Believing him to be dead, or knowing that he’s out there and what he has become.”