“We won’t wait until the end of the war, will we?” she whispered, lips barely moving. “But when will we know when the time is right?” She was referring to desertion—getting out, leaving the war behind. It was an odd question for a Jedi to ask. Ordo had always thought that their senses would tell them when momentous events would happen. He realized he had a far better chance now of predicting that from intelligence than Etain had from listening to the Force.
