"A little," Vanya undercuts, freeing a hand to tuck some hair behind an ear before placing it back in her coat pocket. Obi-Wan looks the Jedi equivalent of ready to burst out laughing, which makes Vanya laugh.

"This may come as a surprise to you, but I am not used to understanding." Of course, it will be no surprise to him at all. Putting the obvious influence of her father aside, she explains, "musicians and music teachers aren't known for their patience, either."

There's another matter, something she can never find the right words to talk about. What is the right way to practice with powers that can devastate? When she finds herself wanting destruction sometimes, too?