Jacen had been here before of course. Powerless, cut off from the Force at Vergere's whims and broken only to be rebuilt. It had become his job to bring order, a gardener cutting out the weeds that threatened to choke the better things. He'd learned a lot about himself in those months and so this, as infuriating as it was, would not break him. It did put a hold on his training Luke, thought he wondered how his younger-than-him Uncle would manage being cut off from the power he was only now discovering. And wasn't that the interesting little situation. Jacen hoped he could at least get back to the training. They'd said this issue wouldn't last forever and it wasn't like he had anywhere else to be. Dammnation was overrated.
He'd decided that the roof seemed like a good place to contemplate, open air, high up away from distractions. It probably would have taken his Force Sense for Jacen to know he wasn't alone up there before the chair came flying across to land at his feet just before he opened the door.
"...Not coping well with the word from on High?" he asked amused, managing to sidestep the chair before it hit him in the shin. That would have annoyed him immensely. "They've insinuated it won't be long before we get back what we lost and do they really have any reason to lie about that? Now are you going to be sulky up here or can I meditate? Would you mind?"
Making friends the Jacen way. He used to be better at the genuine socializing end of things.