When he'd said stories, Ahsoka had imagined them being something like myths. She hadn't expected it to mirror things, such as the appearance of those she knew, so accurately. For a moment, she could only stare at it, absorbing all the parts of it with that same confusion, alarm held carefully at bay. Revenge of the Sith? What revenge?
Master Yoda. Senator Amidala. Anakin. Master Kenobi. All of them and others were pictured. She noted, however, that there was no likeness of her, which she did bristle at, much as she had with the boys who laughed.
Her gaze lingered on the mask that dominated the upper background of the image, like nothing she had ever seen before. It obviously had to be some creation of the people of this planet, she decided, as stories always changed and became more embellished.
But she couldn't reconcile the sabre battle at center of the poster, stepping closer even though distance had no relevance. Questions bubbled, but she sensed that no matter which was asked, there would be confusion. Better to start with a question that had already been waiting to be asked.
Tracing the dueling figures with a finger, she looked over her shoulder at him. "You said everything that just happened to us was a long time ago, for you. How long?" It couldn't have been so long, he only looked slightly older.