What does a ghost care if you're mad? They've got eternity to make you count your sins.

My name is Ben. My world is fire and blood. Once, I was a Jedi. A warrior of the Light, fighting for a righteous cause. As the galaxy fell, each of us in our way was broken. It was hard to know who was more mad: me, or everyone else. Here they come again, worming their way into the black matter of my brain – the children, thousands upon thousands of them, bound up in silken braids. None of them my flesh, but each a part of my soul. I tell myself: they cannot touch me. They are long dead.