"That makes it sound like I have a coherent thought on this yet," Ben said, closing his eyes, "and instead my brain's trying to give yours a run for its credits. How was our son such a terrible parent? How did he die? What was his name? When did the Sith take over? Was it Vestara? Is it because I'm here and not there? And on and on and on, all of it pointless."
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