PSL: Bespin
Jan. 1st, 2024 08:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hisfathersimageThere is no Death, there is only the Force.
It comes to Luke with startling clarity, like he can hear the words being said to him. They echo in his mind, made coldly quiet with pain and horror.
I am your father.
There is no Death, only the Force.
Master Yoda never taught him to hide his Force presence because he was always meant to be bright and loud and survive Vader.
His foot slips as he shuffles and his hand - his only hand, his dominant hand his lightsaber is gone - tightens to try and hold himself.
There is no Death. There is the Force.
He lifts his gaze from his feet, to the hulking blackness in front of him, reaching out. Beckoning, almost beseeching, like he isn't the single worst thing to ever happen in Luke's life.
"I'll never join you," he hears himself say and he can feel the cool metal slipping from his fingers and this time he lets it happen, lets himself fall into the cold and the pain and the rushing winds.
Only the Force.
It comes to Luke with startling clarity, like he can hear the words being said to him. They echo in his mind, made coldly quiet with pain and horror.
I am your father.
There is no Death, only the Force.
Master Yoda never taught him to hide his Force presence because he was always meant to be bright and loud and survive Vader.
His foot slips as he shuffles and his hand - his only hand, his dominant hand his lightsaber is gone - tightens to try and hold himself.
There is no Death. There is the Force.
He lifts his gaze from his feet, to the hulking blackness in front of him, reaching out. Beckoning, almost beseeching, like he isn't the single worst thing to ever happen in Luke's life.
"I'll never join you," he hears himself say and he can feel the cool metal slipping from his fingers and this time he lets it happen, lets himself fall into the cold and the pain and the rushing winds.
Only the Force.
