Vanya doesn't respond, at first. She doesn't know a lot about Anakin: only who he is to him and that he's in Darrow. Anything else is conjecture. It seems like there is something fraught about their relationship, but Vanya's never asked, like she is tempted to do now.

"Anakin who you trained, right?" Vanya ventures. She laughs. "Can you imagine training Nathan?" Lightsabers for dicks and a lot of bitching, no doubt. It's funny to imagine, as long as they're saying this side of serious.