It was a presence that Jacen had never anticipated feeling again. And the fact that his grandmother was here and much younger than she should have been - as well as being alive in the first place - might have provided some signal that his younger brother showing up was not unlikely it hadn't done so. Jacen had simply not considered it, the idea too strange to be considered as a possibility even though very little about this other galaxy could be considered normal.
Anakin.
Jacen had opened himself up just a bit more to his brother as he waited in the landing bay. The very sense of him had rushed in and flooded Jacen like water over parched ground. He'd learned how to survive in its absence, and in doing so he'd pushed back that absence not truly understanding just how much he had patched over to survive.
How old would he be? How much would he know? Jacen's sense was that he'd been hurt when he'd arrived and that the presence had gotten stronger, which tended to make him think that probably his brother was a bit older, but he had no way of knowing for certain until he could see him. And if he was younger, if he didn't know about Myrkr, well, Jacen wasn't certain he was going to tell him. Was there any reason here to tell him of that future? Was there any reason to indicate just how much he would give up for the galaxy? Jacen couldn't think that there was.
He positioned himself near a wall, his eyes on the bay area so he could clearly see the landing bays, crossed his arms over his chest, and he waited.