"It was foretold that you would be here," he says, and his mind flashes with the visions he's been having for years while floating in bacta, biding his time.

Her eyes follow his deliberate path to her unwaveringly, alert precisely as though she were hunting him or being hunted by him, but he makes no attempt to prepare or brace for an attack.

The only move of his hand is to extend it toward her as he did once many years ago, her beads in his palm back then and now his powered-down saber, his voice crackling with a rush of fulfillment when he says, "Hello again, Padawan."