"It was...good," Ezra murmurs, his gaze flicking off into the distance, briefly. A strange little family only possible through the temporal weirdness of a place with some similarities to Trench, that hadn't been perfect, but good, and he misses being part of it.

He refocus on her. The person he's with.

"I'm not sorry I've gotten to meet you, Jaina. I just wish it hadn't come with being separated from Jacen and most of the rest of your family."