"Uncle Luke almost never got angry. It took alot to really get him going and he always kept it close to his chest. His burdens were his to bear."
Jacen didn't know how to say he'd been relatively calm and peaceful up until the Vong war...and when Anakin had died, how it torn up a part of him inside and put it all back together wrong. How he'd felt his sister touch the dark side. How it hurt him terribly that Ben wouldn't even speak to him.
But he was thinking these things, and not hiding in the Force at all. He let himself broadcast everything, trusting his grandfather with it all. How he missed his parents; as absent as they usually were. How he craved Uncle Luke's guidance for those really tough moments. How it was bittersweet to see and feel Jaina's happiness with Kyp, or to have this strange feeling of envy when it came to Naki and everything he had in this new life.