The Empire had been defeated. That singular thought echoed in her mind through all the rest of his words, nearly drowning out his talk of this First Order. Others would succeed where she had failed, and perhaps her children would--

"How far into the future is this?" There was an urgency in her tone that betrayed how desperate she was for the information, punctuated by the way she leaned in closer, barely able to resist reaching out to him. "How long does it take the Rebellion to succeed?"

Were her children alive to see that day? Was she?