His cold dead heart ached. The dragon shifted, curling tighter, coiled. Was he really in any position to attack? No, he wasn't. Would he have shredded anyone or anything which threatened the two children before him in that moment?

He absolutely would. There would barely be enough left to bait game snares.

"Visions can be unclear. Dealing out their messages in pieces, twisting you in their storm. They care not for your emotions." Ask him how he knew. His mother. His wife. The visions on Mustafar. "And as even I was unaware of Palpatine having a child, he may well have been a 'no one' in terms of what he projected to others." But did he worry about a child in Palpatine's 'care'.