[Even though years ago, the story still leaves her a little heartsore. Remembering Anakin's face as he screamed and cried after his mother's death is always the hardest part for her, as selfish as it sounds.

But she, unlike the Jedi it seemed, understood why he'd done what he done. As horrible as it was, her husband's emotions have always burned brightly.

She looks up at her son, her perfect son, and covers the hand on her shoulder with one of her own.]

Luke, I'm not sure what the Jedi are like in your time, but for as long as I can remember, they've always held themselves apart from the rest of the peoples of the galaxy, looking down on things like romantic love and familial bonds. Had...had they been around when you and your sister showed signs of being Force Sensitive, they would have tried to take you. As early as six months old.

They never would have stopped until I agreed. I heard stories of them breaking down mothers until they caved and gave up their babies before later killing themselves.

[She shakes her head, trying not to cry herself.]

The Jedi aren't the heroes you think they are. They aren't horrible beasts, but they're so flawed that I don't know where I would begin to reform the organization if I could.