[ He smiles a little at her description, not bothering to correct her, but it quickly turns rueful, pinched at the corners. ]

They were my family. I grew up in the Order.

[ And then they were all gone, almost in a matter of minutes. Tens of thousands of Jedi, all betrayed by their troops and cut down. It's been five years since then, and it's a little easier for him to talk about now—but still, his expression is subdued, that old grief climbing up his throat. ]

Anakin—the other Jedi you met—he came from before. [ That's probably why he's even here, though: ] I don't know if he made it.