The man reminded him a lot of his Mother, and that was a sentence that shouldn't belong to anyone but his Uncle Luke, Ben was fully aware. There was no denying it though, there was a strong resemblance to his Mother, and to Uncle Luke too now that he came to think on it.

Memories - old and forgotten - are dragged from the back of his mind. A holo his Uncle had found, once, in the few possessions his namesake had left behind. It should this man, standing tall and laughing. Ben frowned.

The lightsaber helped as well

"...Anakin Skywalker?"