A/N: I had to post this soon before the new movie comes out as I'm sure it will take a completely different perspective.
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Luke Skywalker had been in pain since the day he was born. It was one of those things you didn't realize since it had been with you your whole life.
When Leia had told her twin the little she had learned about their mother, the pain suddenly made sense to Luke. This mother of whom he had no memory, no photograph, no story- he felt her, even as a newborn. When she died, the pain of losing her crippled him in the Force.
When his father died, the pain doubled, and thus, was discovered.
Today this Force pain had made him stop cold. He doubled over and moaned.
Leia.
It could only be Leia. She was the only one left to whom he had that connection. The only member of his family left.
Leia was gone?
Instantly regret more intense than the pain overwhelmed Luke. Why had he spent so much time in exile? Why couldn't he have sent a message to Leia? Or at least taken the time to give her a proper goodbye before he left?
He had his reasons, of course, but oh- now they seemed insignificant.
I'm sorry, Leia. I'm sorry for not saying goodbye. I'm sorry for shutting you out. I'm sorry for not being there for you when Han died. I felt your heartbreak, and I did nothing. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not rescuing you this time. This is my fault. Just like Ben is my fault.
Luke reached through the Force to find her. He had blocked her for so, so long to keep her from finding him- now he wasn't sure he'd be able to find her.
Now he was, indeed, the last hope.