It felt like her. Back on the Isle of Soeldei, Jaina had been one of two Jedi present on the island and she sure as hell didn't feel like Zekk, that dark-haired male who eyed him wearily as if he expected him to grow horns and start destroying the place. Not that the Jaina he'd known on that island hadn't thought the exact same thing. Unfortunately for him, she had felt it necessary to make him privy to knowledge about a path of fate he'd never walked down, a doorway that he'd stepped through that had ultimately turned him into one of the most feared Sith Lords of all time. Anakin had a hard time believing this. He knew that there had been a moment where he'd thought about it -- a brief, split second in which he'd sat back and thought, what it, but in the end he'd decided it wasn't worth the risk and had stood back and let Master Windu kill Chancellor Palpatine. Darth Sidious. He'd done what was right.
So, why did ever Jedi Knight from the future, his relative or not, seem to know only of a man who'd done the exact opposite?
"Here you are," he said, nodding to her. "Forgive me if I get straight to the point."
Holding out the gloved hand, Anakin telekinetically unhooked his lightsaber from his belt and floated it over to her. He didn't grab for it physically, because he didn't want to give her the impression that he was going to activate the blue blade and attack her.
"This is what convinced you last time. Go on -- take it. Have a look for yourself."