I'm not, really. But that was one of my mom's books. [ He taps his glass against the counter thoughtfully. ] She died when I was eight, so pretty much anything that belonged to her was... It was important.

[ His heart twists a little. He wishes she didn't have to fight. He wishes she could just learn to deal with the Force in her own time, live for a little while in peace surrounded by people who care. He's more grateful than ever these days that he had that. ] You'll be ready. With or without the Force.