Thirty. Older now than his wife ever got to be. There's a moment of sheer rage howling in his mind over the sheer unfairness of that. The Empire falling is...disappointing and another tick in ratcheting up his rage.

If the Empire falls, then everything, every loss, every betrayal, every nightmare, was for nothing. There's a fraction of a second where his fingers flex into Kylo's shoulder. He doesn't mean to grip so hard and immediately relaxes his hands, rubbing the spot to try to soothe the hurt he inflicted. "I began my training at the same age. Leaving my mother was difficult." It had broken both of their hearts and shattered any sense of security he'd had in the universe. But sure. Difficult.

"Your mother wouldn't train you?" He couldn't imagine Leia wasn't a powerful Force user.