"Jedi?" Ezra echoes, half with interest, half with curiosity. "Aren't those just people in stories?" Stories that people don't tell a lot, and usually with hushed voices, like they don't want anyone hearing.

He chews on his lip, trying to turn the rest of it over. It's a little much for an eight year old to understand. Still, there's one thing he thinks he can be sure about, enough to make his shoulders slump.

"I can't do that." So he must not be strong. "You can really do that with your mind?" Disappointment doesn't live too long when there's this much awe. "I wanna see!"