"I will not leave," Luke replied, pulling his will behind it. He would not let his father be tainted more, even though instinctively he knew that that choice resided with Anakin alone. "To me, there is no justice in vengeance, only the darkness, and I've had enough brushes with that in my lifetime to not see my family do the same."
"Obi-Wan is strong in the Force, and he'll live with Arha tending him," Luke said. He had still not activated his lightsaber, and stared without fear down the blue blade of his father's, the one he had once wielded now with its maker. Luke knew the weapon, as he knew the one who used it.
As he knew, with a breathless rush from the Force, that Obi-Wan would be all right. Whatever they were doing back there, it had loosed a great tide, one that washed over and enveloped the Jedi Grand Master with a kind of power and comfort that he couldn't dream of. It was a torrent of Force and that strange, exotic power that he'd touched within Arha that was both of the Force and entirely something else.
Luke gasped, as he took all this in. Arha, Obi-Wan, Sheeana--when had she arrived? oh well, it didn't matter--Anakin, himself, he could feel them all as clearly as though they were right there in his own mind. It was like the battle-meld they had used so often while flying, and like the deep, affectionate bond between himself and Mara, and like the undying bond between himself and his twin sister.
A sandstorm, sweeping in from the dune sea; a gentle, warm breeze. It was both and neither.
It filled him and for a moment, the lonely pain Luke had been living silently with since Mara had been killed was relieved, and he was not alone.
Luke didn't know he was smiling until some semblance of awareness came back to him. "You see?" he said softly, blue eyes alight with the power of the Force that flowed through him like a strong current, and with what he had just felt. "There is no need for vengeance, because this power we have is greater than anything seeking revenge has to offer us. But right now we're wanted back there."
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"Obi-Wan is strong in the Force, and he'll live with Arha tending him," Luke said. He had still not activated his lightsaber, and stared without fear down the blue blade of his father's, the one he had once wielded now with its maker. Luke knew the weapon, as he knew the one who used it.
As he knew, with a breathless rush from the Force, that Obi-Wan would be all right. Whatever they were doing back there, it had loosed a great tide, one that washed over and enveloped the Jedi Grand Master with a kind of power and comfort that he couldn't dream of. It was a torrent of Force and that strange, exotic power that he'd touched within Arha that was both of the Force and entirely something else.
Luke gasped, as he took all this in. Arha, Obi-Wan, Sheeana--when had she arrived? oh well, it didn't matter--Anakin, himself, he could feel them all as clearly as though they were right there in his own mind. It was like the battle-meld they had used so often while flying, and like the deep, affectionate bond between himself and Mara, and like the undying bond between himself and his twin sister.
A sandstorm, sweeping in from the dune sea; a gentle, warm breeze. It was both and neither.
It filled him and for a moment, the lonely pain Luke had been living silently with since Mara had been killed was relieved, and he was not alone.
Luke didn't know he was smiling until some semblance of awareness came back to him. "You see?" he said softly, blue eyes alight with the power of the Force that flowed through him like a strong current, and with what he had just felt. "There is no need for vengeance, because this power we have is greater than anything seeking revenge has to offer us. But right now we're wanted back there."