The boy was curious, of course he was. It was about his mother, and Jacen as much as he understood it was in no mood for the boy to ask all sorts of questions his hero couldn't answer. What would Ganner have done. In the old days he'd have made something up, a blusterous story more about himself and his heroics than anything else. But then at the end...when he gave up all of that arrogance and became a hero to the Jedi, even a hero to the Vong. What woould he have done then? Well, probably not what Jacen was intending. But Jacen had long since forgotten how to be a hero. So the boy had his mind clouded over with images of safety and contentment and went back to what he'd been doing, eating his sandwich and watching TV. Because that was what felt right to him.
"It's not working" he said, once he was sure of the boy's mind being distracted. "I did everything right. I've done it before and had it work. I didn't say anything wrong. I did everything I was supposed to and she didn't change. Her eyes remained black. Which means these demons are smarter, or tougher, and have worked out a way around the exorcism. Which essentially leaves the boy in our care until we figure the next move out. I've locked the demon in a room in their house. We'll keep her safe but we're responsible for her son until such time as she can look after him again. I'm sure she'll be grateful for what we have to do." Or she'd rant and rave and accuse them of doing something to her, Jacen wouldn't care either way, he wasn't doing this for the mother or for Sunshine or anyone besides the scared little boy in the front room.
He closed the door behind him and walked to the fridge, caring less about the people in the house. They wouldn't begrudge him a beverage would they? He didn't think, given the state of things in the city that people would care a great deal about the little things. People never cared about the little things. "Do you have any ideas on how to proceed?" he asked curiously, "Or are you happy to follow my lead on this. People generally prefer to be asked don't they?" It wasn't that he'd forgotten that, he just wasn't used to asking. Or if he had asked it had been knowing that they'd agree with him because he was him, and people didn't argue with Darth Caedus. Those that had, like Ben of course, or like Shevuthose had been the ones he should have watched more.