Oh. [She's not sure there's much else that can be said. An aunt and uncle, two cousins, possibly even grandparents--they can't all have perished at the Empire's hands in twenty years' time, can they?

Of course they have. But Leia wants to hold out hope. She has to, if she's ever to know her mother's family.] When I return home--once we leave this place, I'll have to plan a trip to Naboo. I've only visited a few times.

[And now she understands why. She remembers suddenly the moment, years ago, when she'd thought a stained-glass queen was looking at her. A trick of the light, she'd thought.

But now, looking at her mother, with her inimitable grace--so much more natural-looking than Leia ever feels--and gentle face, she's not so sure.]

I see. [She'd rather not ascribe such fidelity to Anakin, but there's no denying that he's been anything but inattentive in the time she's known him.] We know little enough of the Jedi in my time. They're--[a shake of her head]--My brother is the only one. My brother and a Jedi master called Yoda.