"The ways of the Force," she repeated, the words feeling far-too-alien on her tongue. And somehow right at the same time.
In the back of her mind, she was thirteen again, walking up the ramp, into the transport that would take her off to Alderaan, her grandfather screaming at her as she went:
Never let anyone see, never let anyone know!
Well, it was too late for that. Now all that remained was the nagging question of why her grandfather had been so afraid of her disability. What had he known? What had he seen? Why did he want her to be afraid of it when all she was was curious and confused.
It seemed like Obi-Wan might have all her answers, but she was uncharacteristically timid about asking the questions. "What does that mean...exactly?"
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In the back of her mind, she was thirteen again, walking up the ramp, into the transport that would take her off to Alderaan, her grandfather screaming at her as she went:
Never let anyone see, never let anyone know!
Well, it was too late for that. Now all that remained was the nagging question of why her grandfather had been so afraid of her disability. What had he known? What had he seen? Why did he want her to be afraid of it when all she was was curious and confused.
It seemed like Obi-Wan might have all her answers, but she was uncharacteristically timid about asking the questions. "What does that mean...exactly?"