Jedi are not supposed to marry, are not supposed to love, are not supposed to have children.
Luke Skywalker - famously child of a Jedi - learns this at 23, father freshly dead.
Ahsoka Tano looks at him, unblinking.
"Sorry, the Jedi banned what?"
"Attachments." Ahsoka sighs. "Interpersonal loving relationships, whatever you call it."
"That's fucked up."
"Yes, well." Ahsoka smiles, wrily. "If Anakin had abided by the Jedi Code, you wouldn't exist."
"Comforting," Luke mutters.
"It would be a long, long time before I pretend that the Jedi were anything resembling perfect. The Republic was flawed. The Empire wasn't some rogue coup. It was an unmasking."
Slavery has been entrenched in Tatooine for centuries. The Empire has scarcely existed for two decades.
"I see," Luke says, slowly. "So, do you know who my mother was?"
Luke never has.
But he has wondered. Particularly after learning about what happened to Anakin Skywalker. With dread, with hope.
"I suspect that if there was a woman who Anakin would ever have children with, it would be Padmé Amidala. Have you ever been to Naboo, Luke?"
Padmé Amidala. Luke runs the name through his head. It slots into place almost seamlessly.
"I've heard it's lovely at this time of year," Luke replies, slowly.
"It's lovely all times of year. I'll take you."
And so Luke goes, goes and visits the grave of a woman who loved his father, too, even when it was forbidden.
