"Yes, I can - that's one of the ways my powers manifest."
Ben concentrates, trying to project the image of a crystal butterfly into Glenn's mind. They're delicate creatures with shining blue wings, a lot like Earth butterflies.
He was very young then, so he doesn't remember much of the story - but he never forgot how beautiful the insects were, and the way they seemed to like him.
As much as he's changed, he wouldn't mind seeing them again.
"There are equivalents to the Force, in other universes. Maybe it's a kind of magic, but I don't see it that way."
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Ben concentrates, trying to project the image of a crystal butterfly into Glenn's mind. They're delicate creatures with shining blue wings, a lot like Earth butterflies.
He was very young then, so he doesn't remember much of the story - but he never forgot how beautiful the insects were, and the way they seemed to like him.
As much as he's changed, he wouldn't mind seeing them again.
"There are equivalents to the Force, in other universes. Maybe it's a kind of magic, but I don't see it that way."