"We can't really know," Ezra admits. "Those of us from my galaxy all come from different points in time, anyway. It's possible, I guess, that we're not actually all from the same universe, at all. Just from so close, it's hard to tell?"

He spreads his hands wide, shrugging, and settles on the floor next to her. "Like, I'd met Obi-wan back home. He was older, hair gone mostly white. He already knew who I was, and why I'd come looking for him. So. Did he know because he'd met me here, in his past, or is that just a coincidence?"