[ Jacen takes a moment to consider his response. ] Nineteen... I think. [ More or less. He's not really sure how long he's been under Vong custody, but he certainly feels much, much older than when he'd arrived on Myrkr.

Then, while he unconsciously traces the scar on his left wrist, he adds: ] We were on a mission, but I got... held up somewhere afterwards. [ That's as much as he can manage to say right now about where he's been, but at least he's not lying. Not to Anakin, anyway. ] Then I arrived here.

How about you? Ten, eleven?