Luke Skywalker - farmboy, member of the Alliance, friend to everyone, Jedi. All the things he used to be. Now, young Skywalker doesn't know what or who he is. He's felt… different. His feelings have been that of anger, hate, and aggression. The polar-opposite of what a Jedi is supposed to feel.
'If I even am still a Jedi.' Luke thinks as he stares at his reflection in the mirror. Looking at himself, he sees a boy who wished to get off the boring-planet he called home. A boy who had to see the death of the only two family members he's ever really known. A boy who longed to know about his father, to meet him - and once he did, he was heartbroken.
The blond reflects on how much he had wanted to be like his father. He wanted so badly to be as good of a Jedi as he'd been told his father was. In the end, he had learned the truth, the tragic tale. In the end, he wonders if he has actually became like his father - like Vader. It once scared Luke so much to think about how he could meet the same fast his father did; the same fate Anakin met. But, now, he doesn't fear it as much.
When Anakin turned, he eventually was brought back to the light. Maybe that could happen with him, too. 'I doubt it.' His thoughts disagree with that train of thought. He is the last Jedi.
"It is your destiny." Vader's words circle through Luke's mind. Maybe the, now gone, Sith Lord was right. Maybe Luke was meant to join him. After-all, if he had, Vader would still be alive. But, he didn't, and now... his father is dead.
Surely things were supposed to work out another way. Yes, the Emperor dying was no doubt supposed to happen; but, was Luke supposed to join Vader?
The young boy continues to stare into his reflected, blue eyes. Blue seems to innocent of a color for him, now. He'd much rather prefer yellow/red eyes - Sith eyes.
Luke's thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. "Hey, kid?" It's Han. "You alright?"
"Yeah… I'm fine." Luke yells back a lie. He's far from fine and he knows it.