[ Luke gave him a regretful look, wishing there was a better way, wishing he could help him understand, when he himself only knew so little. He rested his other hand over his, taking a deep breath, before closing his eyes... ]
[ And the images flooded from his mind, projecting to Anakin; memories of a tall nightmare, all in black, the hiss of a respirator announcing his presence. The death's head mask loomed over Luke, fighting again and again, first the clash of red and blue, then red and green between them. Words filtered in, a bit jumbled, as if Luke didn't intend to have them come through. ]
[ Loud and clear through it, though, was the deep, resonating rumble of: Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your father. ]
[ Luke pulled away after a moment, a mournful look on his face as he folded his hands before him again. ]
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[ And the images flooded from his mind, projecting to Anakin; memories of a tall nightmare, all in black, the hiss of a respirator announcing his presence. The death's head mask loomed over Luke, fighting again and again, first the clash of red and blue, then red and green between them. Words filtered in, a bit jumbled, as if Luke didn't intend to have them come through. ]
[ Loud and clear through it, though, was the deep, resonating rumble of: Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your father. ]
[ Luke pulled away after a moment, a mournful look on his face as he folded his hands before him again. ]