He'd known something was terribly terribly wrong. He'd known. And he'd allowed himself to be convinced otherwise until it was far too late. Of course this was his fault.

"That we can't control the big things." It's mumbled, because he knew that's what she'd say. "And that her place was here." 'Don't look back' echoed in his mind, and he wondered, not for the first time, if his mother hadn't been slightly Force Sensitive herself. It's not like he had any way of finding out.