None of that existing any more isn't a concept he even wants to contemplate. They've fought long and hard for the people of the galaxy. It needs to still be there, somewhere.

And the more personal implications. He just pushes those aside. He refuses to even consider that possibility.

"Aren't they?" He can't show pictures of them to anyone without a hint of pride. No matter how unsettled he might be feeling right now. It's so simple. They have the three most beautiful, amazing children in the universe. "I'd missed seeing their faces... it's better than nothing." He still wants to hold them, tickle them, chase them around. But this is something.