All that it was, and all that it could have been, was now irrevocably broken. The family was now once again torn apart from both the light and the dark, what Leia had feared since her children revealed their abilities in toddlerhood. Her vow and head council member to the New Jedi Order was to uphold the Jedi beliefs, morality, honor and justice. What could she do now, abandon her own son?
“Leia, look at me.” Han gently turned her face and she complied. “I know what you’re thinking, so stop it right now. Jacen is a grown man and choose his own path, it had nothing to do with you.”
Angered that he’d say it out loud, “It has everything to do with me, this family! How can you say that? The Jedi traits don’t come from you Han, they are me, all me!” She leaned into him and he held her while she cried. The sobbing was insatiable, it was tears for her sister-in-law and for her son. Jacen as a boy running through the fields, and taunting his sister. It was a blessing to have twins, it was a restart to life she’d never known from her own brother in those formative years. Now, her son was responsible for her brothers pain, her pain as part of her heart dissolved away into oblivion.
“Shhh, oh Leia.” The silence was heavy. “Can we bring him back? Maybe Anakin could…”
“No! Anakin can’t go anywhere near him he’s only 13 years old and in school. We don’t need him influenced by his brother.” Her solum look mirrored her husbands as she looked up from his shoulder, “Anakin will not take this well, and we need to protect him as long as we can.”
Han’s eyes where heavy with grief and resolve, “He is lost to us then.” Still holding his wife, Leia shook her head in agreement as the tears continued their retreat in silent mourning. He was her rock and she needed him, and he was here with her in all the pain.
There was a knock at the door, and Jaina opened the door slowly stopping at the edge of the bedroom, “Mom, Dad – – is it true?” Her youth was replaced with the worry and stress.
Unfolding herself from Han and reaching out to her daughter, “I’m afraid Jacen is dead and in his place is was born Darth Caedus.”
Jaina sat between her parents in stoic shock. “Aunt Jade is dead. Jacen… Darth Caedus, killed her didn’t he?”
“We don’t know for sure, sweetheart.”
“Dad, I felt it. I know…” Knowing Jaina’s connection to Jacen was special, she’d hoped she would be spared. “I felt the disturbance as well honey.”
“No, Mom you don’t understand. I felt his turn before, his tampering with boundaries. He’s always wanted more, you must know this.” Shaking her head to clear it. “I felt more than Jade’s life force being released, this was… was visual.”
Looking at Han, Leia stood on her weakened legs slowly as her voice strengthened. “Can you monitor him now? Do you know where he is? I don’t sense him anymore.”
“No.” She could feel her daughter lie. “It’s inconsistent, I can’t force the visions, they just happen.” Jaina looking to her father, “He’s not going to let anyone near him, except me. He thinks he can turn me, because of our connection. I think he’s waiting to find me.” Her stoic stature was starting to crumble.
“Waiting for what? Oh sweetheart, you’re stronger than your brother, always where. He’s no longer your brother, mourn for him now. Don’t pity him when you do see him, he’s no longer who you think he is.” Leia gritted her teeth and nodded to the strength of her husband’s words.
They were a grieving family in this moment for a choice and a history that was on a repeat loop in their family, but this cycle would be broken. It had to be, no more would Skywalker’s be turned to the unholy Sith Lords. By her last breath, Jacen is the last. Darth Caedus would not touch this family or jeopardize other innocents ever again. This wasn’t a vow as a Jedi council member, this was a vow of an angry mother.