[His expression levels out at that, even if he doesn't realize it. There's no brushing away her hand or turning his attention, but he's restless meeting the pain of her stare, knowing why she feels it after everything Ben had told him before--
Luke tightens his grip, steels his stare the way he figures he ought to.] I'm going to fix it.
Everything Vader ever did, I'm going to make it right. [It wasn't exactly a new conclusion to draw: he'd been certain for a while that he needed to finish what his father started-- that he was the only person that could-- and the more he helped out with the Rebellion the more sure he was that he needed to leave.
They needed more if they were going to win against the Empire; the odds just aren't evening out.] You won't have to hide anymore.
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Luke tightens his grip, steels his stare the way he figures he ought to.] I'm going to fix it.
Everything Vader ever did, I'm going to make it right. [It wasn't exactly a new conclusion to draw: he'd been certain for a while that he needed to finish what his father started-- that he was the only person that could-- and the more he helped out with the Rebellion the more sure he was that he needed to leave.
They needed more if they were going to win against the Empire; the odds just aren't evening out.] You won't have to hide anymore.