Bodhi nods, the movement tight and muted. Not the official story, but the true one. The fact that there are no Imperials to hear him doesn't make it easy to say so.

It doesn't feel like his story, so it takes him a moment to decide how to start. There were Jedi in NiJedha all the time, drawn by the crystals and the temple and, according to popular wisdom, particularly fertile recruiting territory. Force sensitive children were supposed to be very common, though he has no idea if that was actually true or just something old people said if you caught them being chatty. But while there were certainly Jedi, they were visitors, important ambassadors, honored guests, but they weren't really part of the city the way the Guardians were, no matter how long they stayed. "They... They're supposed to be gone. All of them. I don't know if it's, well, there aren't enough to change things now."