It was Jacen’s turn to blink. The wolf-goddess knew who he was? Or could she read minds, too? After all, they were communicating telepathically, although he’d decided to stop projecting his thoughts to her to avoid aggravating her.

“I see the present,” he responded slowly, trying to put his thoughts into words. “But I’ve not made peace with the past. I couldn’t save him, I saw him die and I—” He closed his eyes. “I just want to... say I’m sorry.”

He’d thought he’d come to terms with Anakin’s death, put it behind him, back on Yuuzhan’tar. But all it took was one look at the Anakin here and his wounds reopened. He was the big brother, he was supposed to protect him, but Anakin had died so he and the others could live, and it wasn’t fair.