When a mother loses her child, the pain is unbearable - as Leia discovers only too well. And yet, as every mother knows, there is an enduring bond that nothing - not even the grave - can destroy.
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Your name, your inheritance a double danger, and you so vulnerable. Bound to you yet separated by necessity. Jedi mothers don't dream except in nightmares.
My boy, I do remember your first halting steps, the ground an unreliable ally tricking and toppling you making you chuckle. You unafraid, at home in halls of power in the glistening corridors of hyperspace.
My son, I remember the fond family joke, you the puzzle adept and yet to us the puzzle, hearing rhythms unreachable to our ears. Problems were just equations, like the temple on Yavin, rebuilt thanks to you. I still have the model, its harmony and balance quintessentially yours.