ID: // SKYWALKER, BEN.

            ❝ ….. mom? ❞ the word is as hollow as her bones ; burned away and turned to soot and ash.  && like her, he feels a   l o s s    at the mere murmur of the sentence ‘my mother.’  he knows it’s all too possibly to speak with the dead, { his father } has had a hand in speaking with old ben && his grandfather.  yet nothing quite prepared the teen for seeing her, && not being able to touch her ; not being able to take her back into his life where she had once fit perfectly and still belonged.  there is a longing in his heart, a mother [ robbed ] from her child ; if there was some supreme being that could bring her back to him, he knows what she’d want && that wouldn’t be it.  personal gain is not the first priority for a jedi, despite how selfish a     h e a r t    can be.

if she could have, if the force had been so gracious as to grant her flesh and bone, she would’ve taken him into her arms. would’ve wrapped herself around her son like any mother would after being away from her own blood for  s o  l o n g. but this in itself is a rarity: the fact that she’s even able to look upon him so clearly, so vividly. and he’s beautiful. hair as red as her own, eyes as blue as his father’s, stature higher than that of both his parents. oh, is she PROUD. proud to see how her son has grown — even without her — into a man. and yet, with such pride comes sadness that she hasn’t gotten to see him mature into what she sees before her. but even then, it’s all in the will of the force.

       ❝ hi, sweetheart.  ❞