[Ezra, for his part, silently bristles at the hint of malicious tone, but breathes that out. Maul's feelings are still complicated around the man, clearly, and that's not a surprise.]

And he took over my training. There were three of us who were padawan age, actually - anyway. That all Jedi are extended family is a fairly common sentiment among us, one we talked about openly.

And then there was this reality bending spell, and it came with a whole new life, and the memories to go with it.

I was still Ezra Bridger but that version of me...could barely touch the Force. My life was, well, not particular extraordinary. A small house, school, looking forward to university. I'd lost my parents very young, still, different circumstances.

I was raised by my much other brother, Ben Bridger. Who was kind and thoughtful and good. He worked so hard to give me so much.

But he was no Jedi.