They didn't. This place was different and could remain different if they all worked at it. It had taken Jacen a long time, and if he admitted it to himself, he still wasn't there yet. He wasn't completely sure that he would ever be completely there. There had been a betrayal, probably more on his side than theirs. And he didn't want that. He just wanted it to be family. What was this place if not a perfect opportunity for second chances.
"Don't feel guilty. You didn't do it, and he...I suppose he felt he had no choice. The things I was doing made no sense to him, he was listening to Luke, not me. And Luke was confused with grief. He didn't understand either. You don't understand the Force, even in my lifetime, you know its there, you know what it can do. But you don't have it so you can't know. You can't ever know."
Jacen took another drink, watching his father, so young, not much older than him and wondered if he thought about the future. About the life he would go back to if he ever left here. There was nothing he could do to stop Chewie dying or Anakin, or him. Not really. That was life and that was how it had to be, each tragedy changed the world that little bit more and it all had its place. It was all destined to be.
"We're happy though, if it helps. For quite a long time. No, it wasn't the perfect childhood or the perfect family but we were loved, and we were happy. And even now, back there you and Mom are raising my Allana. For a while here, that bothered me. Because I thought, I assumed you'd teach her to hate me. But you haven't. Not at all. So things aren't as bad as they could be. We can have a family here, all of us. We can be more here than we ever were back home"