She's read a lot of the same things. "It's not my soul. It's... I don't know, attention. Focus. It's asking the universe to act like a mold for me, and doing a casting and putting it into something. Sort of. If I change it's not changing with me, I'd have to re-tune it."

Nat turns the red crystal over in her hand, her voice going distant. "In a hundred years, a thousand, someone who can listen and feel the Force can put a hand to the sword and feel me in it, as I was when I tuned it." As the orphan-Nat had been. She's dead, if the major theory - reincarnation - is true.