[She sees him, really looks into his eyes, and there's the resemblence she'd either missed and ignored. For that, she lets him hold her by the throat, not struggling more than instinct and discomfort warrant. As far as she's concerned, she hurt a child, a child whose growth she's invested in. He's entitled to his anger.]
[He doesn't recognize her. What happened to her? Does she die? Leave?]
[But, hurt feelings aside, it makes sense. What would his parents want of the Emperors hand around their children? Shouldn't it be enough that she saved them, does she really need to watch them grow? What a selfish thought.]
Mara Jade, [She says, hoarse once more.] I knew your parents.
[Past tense. Somehow in the span of Jacen Solo's upbringing, she doesn't know them anymore.]
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[He doesn't recognize her. What happened to her? Does she die? Leave?]
[But, hurt feelings aside, it makes sense. What would his parents want of the Emperors hand around their children? Shouldn't it be enough that she saved them, does she really need to watch them grow? What a selfish thought.]
Mara Jade, [She says, hoarse once more.] I knew your parents.
[Past tense. Somehow in the span of Jacen Solo's upbringing, she doesn't know them anymore.]