The children of Jedi were a rarity already, the children of a Jedi with enough power to light a sun nearly unheard of. Yet here they are: twins, mirrors of each other, born into a galaxy with no one to tell them what is impossible and with an inheritance of power that lets them make anything possible. They could burn the galaxy until there is nothing left but ash if they so desired, but power is not all they inherited, and they love justice and freedom and life, and their power is used to protect, not to burn.