Ben Skywalker pushed the black red veined marble into the marsh of Yavin 4's earth and redrapped the auna vines over the it and the nearly identical one next to it. He scooped his finger into the groove of the new headstone.

Luke Skywalker.

Then moved to the one he and his father had laid not to long after his mother's death and traced her engraved name.

Mara Skywalker.

There would be a memorial for his father tonight on the spot where the Massassi Temple had once resided. Ben was expected to be there, but he did not wish to go. He'd rather be here in private. Anakin had tried to talk with him, as had many others of his family and friends. Ben had tried to listen but had grown more and more listless.

Here he could imagine that he was with both of his parents, enjoying the life on Yavin 4 as they always had. But even the familiarity of Yavin didn't hold the safety that it once did. The people that had kept him tethered were gone and now he was left loose and adrift