Arha winced at the sudden void and sat abruptly, blinking for a moment before drawing her knees to her chest. Oh. It was the reaction that threw her into a blindingly fast calculation of possibilities and her face paled in response. Out of all those situations only one was correct.

A set of circumstances had lead to Jacen Solo killing his aunt.

"Your mother is here," she said after a moment. "Younger, much younger but here. And whatever your cousin was in your future, he is not that now. Understand this. I know not what happened, for I have not asked, nor will I inquire, but remember that those who arrive just as you did, are not always who or what you may remember them as being."

She was silent for a long moment.

"I am sorry, Ben," she whispered. "I am sorry. Do not shut yourself off like that. I did not think -- such was not a wise thing for me to do to you. I--" Arha closed her mouth and somehow managed to look even smaller than she was as she rested the point of her chin on her white, leather clad knee.

"Do not go away."