He nods. "Ryder - an old comrade of theirs - told me straight. They heard a message I'd sent out speaking against the Empire-" The image of him shifts, like he's trying to take the sort of deep breath that he so often used to calm himself, in a living body.

Now he tries to reach for more of the Force to flow through him, instead.

"Like the message they'd sent out, when I was little. That the Empire took them away for making. Somehow a recording got passed around the Imperial prison they were in. They could tell it was me. And then they planned a prisoner break. Ryder and some of the other political prisoners got out. But they died."