Who..Who..is she?
Anakin asked Luke mentally via the force as Luke grabbed his father's arm and carefully put it along his shoulders, preparing to lift him. He needn't to ask who his father meant, he could feel his father's meaning through the force.
"Leia.." Luke answered tenderly out loud, knowing the hurt it was going to carry.
Tears sprang to Luke's eyes as he felt his father's immediate anguish at the news.
I..I tortured her..She looks so much like Padme..your mother..
Luke could feel pride and love swirl in his father's emotions at the thought of Leia and her similarity to their mother via the force but also a large emotion of tremendous pain that was so great Luke held back tears for he knew if he didn't he'd turn into a sobbing mess and would be unable to carry his father.
Why couldn't I see it? My own daughter..my daughter..
Luke bit his lip.
"No, father. Please..please. Forgive yourself. She will forgive you. She will." Luke urged desperately.
Hatred is of the dark side and the dark side; Leia would want nothing of it. Luke said mentally to his father.
At his son's reassurance peace slowly began to fill Anakin's heart.