Jacen of course didn't move. Harry might not have wanted to talk but he was going to do so. He reached out with the senses he had honed so well over so many years of training. His eyes narrowed, the smell of the cigarette a dead giveaway.
"Not going anywhere. And you're not escaping me, invisible or not. You know how this will go if you run. But you're not going to run, you're going to talk to me. And we're going to talk about reality."
Jacen understood how bad things could get when you didn't know what was real and what wasn't. He understood that moment where you just couldn't tell. Its why he'd hoped he'd be the one to track him. "I've been where you are. Not in hell, nothing so tied to one world, but lost in pain and hurt and anger. I've lost myself. And it took a moment of acceptance, the love of my life and my family to pull myself back out. It was hard, it was messy and frankly I don't think I ever got fully out. Not all of me. But you can move past. You can live, function, you can even be happy. You just need to accept that its part of you now."
He knew where Harry was. Not by sight. But by sense.
"Are you going to let me help you, your choices are that or...well, I'll bring you in."