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[ Anakin is sitting on a barrel, it looks like it's painted entirely blue. He's in a course coverall, and there's many different dripples and dabs of paint in various colors. White and blue are the most featured, then black and grey. But there is some yellow and red sneaking in there. There's a fleck of the same blue on Anakin's jaw, and he looks a bit sweaty. ]

When we arrive here, we are assigned a city, an apartment, a job. How many of you have kept those arrangements? What made you change them? If you didn't change them, why not?

[ He rolled his shoulders back, and twisted a little, stretching his back out. ]

I know there's a fair few of us with lightsabers. I'd like to get a bit of a dueling club together, but first we need to hold some classes. So anyone who is Force Sensative and wants to join in, let me know. It can be privately. But I will be holding some basic safety classes first to make sure everyone leaves with everything they brought with them still attached.

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[ Luke let out a soft breath, unconsciously clenching his gloved hand. Well, he opened the door. There was no point in him not walking through it. ]

Mother's dead. I don't know how it happened, but she must have died when we were very young.

[ He took a deep breath, counting off in his head, before letting it go. ]

You... only died just recently for me.

[ He sees the clench. He wonders if Luke has phantom pains as he does. He does know if anything which eased them. ]

We.

[ Breathe. He'd. He'd been able to guess her death. It still hurt, more than Watto's fists to his head. More than a droid foot to the chest. Breathe. ]

We had guessed she had died.

I need to ask for details don't I?

[ Need to, not want to. ]

[ Luke took a deep breath, once again holding it and counting off in his head, before letting it out slow. He could do this. He could handle this. ]

...Palpatine is a Sith Lord. He'll destroy the Jedi and dissolve the Republic, creating an Empire in its place.

[ He paused, glancing sadly at his father. ]

...with your help.

[ The first he'd known. He'd read that much. About Palpatine's manipulations and lies. His betrayals. Although there is no denying the rage he still feels over it. ]

[ Not one but both his hands ball into fists, shoulders tight, and breathing shallow. Catches Luke's look. Tries to focus on something else. ]

I don't know why I would do that.

[ Luke peered over at him, raising an eyebrow. He knew his father could be a bit clueless sometimes, but this was almost painful. ]

You can't think of anything? The chancellor of the Republic, that you fought for years to protect?

[ Anakin's head snapped over to Luke, his jaw set hard. ]

Who lied to me. About...everything. Every.

[ No Luke you need to give him a moment to walk a few feet away, fuming, pacing, to try to force himself calm. It's not really working. ]

You don't know. The things he did, said, to me. And it's... [ Breathe. In. Out. ] He lied to me, Luke. He betrayed me, the relationship he said we had. Him being the Sith behind it all, means he was behind my men being killed, other Jedi, what Dooku tried to do to Padmé and Obi-Wan, him trying to kill the people I love. I'm going to forgive that. To let it go.

[ Luke stood still as his father began his ranting, pressing his hands together, the picture of Jedi calm and control. ]

But you didn't know he would. Not until everything started to fall apart.

[ He paused a moment, before he let out a breath. ]

I don't know the full details of what happened, and I don't pretend to understand your feelings. All I know for certain is you fell, you and Obi-Wan fought, and...

[ Luke hesitated at that, swallowing hard. ]

It didn't end well for you.

[ Luke being calm isn't much of a surprise. In that way, he reminds Anakin of Obi-Wan, and just for a split second, he feels what even he knows is an irrational moment of resent Luke being here, rather than Obi-Wan. It's there and gone in barely enough time to actually even exist. ]

Him being a Sith is the betrayal. That's why it doesn't. I wouldn't side with him, not with that.

[ He's not denying he could fall. Just siding with someone who had so greatly lied to him. ]

I want to say we are evenly matched.

[ Anakin is much more fierce. Obi-Wan is much more experienced. ]

How badly?

[ Luke was silent, not sure just how to describe the nightmare that his father became, at least not in words. He let out a breath after a moment, approaching his father, before holding out his hand. ]

Words aren't sufficient. I can show you, if you wish.

[ Honestly Anakin is glad Luke is able to at least pretense calm. He can't. And he stared at Luke's offered hand for a long moment. Did he want to grab it? Know the truth? Did he want to say no and pull away? Luke's had to bear it. He's borne worse, right? ]

Alright.

[ He reached out, with his left hand, to take Luke's. ]

[ 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. ]

[ Of course the look is a warning sign. Of course, it is noted and regarded and because Luke is his son, Anakin moves past it without even a thought more. Clearly, his family is a place of weakness. ]

[ It's easier to just let the images wash over him than to try to process them at the same time, but there's a moment where he's both tensing his hand to pull away and tightening his grip to not let go - unable to decide if he wants to stop or not. ]

[ Not that it matters. It's over and done before he can decide and that's probably for the best. The voice isn't his, but the speech pattern - that is. That gait is wrong, the movement wrong, but there's details he does see. His lightsaber hilt in Luke's hand. This other, this stranger who must be the Vader he stumbled on before he stopped reading, with a similar one.]

[ And Luke. Looking so upset that Anakin is almost pained by it. And Anakin breathing way too fast, not that he's yet realized it. ]

I-I. [ Open mouth. Shut mouth. Make a sound that is an attempt at words and is aborted almost as quickly. ] I'm so sorry.

[ What's he sorry for? He's not even sure - being the subject of the topic maybe. ]

[ Luke was silent for a long moment, his head bowed slightly as he swallowed hard, trying not to let the emotions from the memory of Vader pull at him too hard. He counted off in his head, giving himself time to pull together, before he turned his gaze back up to him. ]

Don't apologize. The Emperor had his claws so deep in you, that even though I could feel that your light was coming back in my presence, you felt that you couldn't escape.

[ He reached for him again, wanting to just hold his hand this time. ]

It took me a long time to accept what you will become, but... I wanted to save you, even though everyone in the galaxy would have probably thought I was nuts.

[ More instinct than anything, he reached back, closing the distance to take Luke's hand, squeezed it lightly. ]

I'm...not sure I can accept it.

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