It was... a lot to take in, all at once. Part of Amelia wanted to dispute it all as nothing but lies, and she was sure at least some of it was just that. The rest, though, what about it? Could there be truth there? Would he have killed her? Did they use her as some sort of honing device, trying to bring down a threat rather than save her?
"Amelia," she finally spoke, the single proclamation of her own name seeming odd in such a situation. She elaborated, her tone calm and even, yet also her way of beseeching him this much. "I go by Amelia now." Resting her hands in her lap rather than gripping the arms of the chair as she'd been doing, she continued.
"I'm... a bit stunned. No, they never told me quite that version of it." Her expression was guarded as she met his gaze, her gray eyes filled with thinly-veiled confusion. "I can't imagine... it doesn't seem right." A shake of her head and she sat back in her chair, gaze cutting away to him and across the expanse of the cafe.
Was it true? Would the Jedi have done such a thing? Would they do it in her own time?
Surprisingly, she found herself uncertain of the answer. And, although she did her best to ignore it, angry at the thought that it might be yes and no one had bothered to even mention it to her, before now.