Remember
Luke Skywalker stood, looking up at the tall, silent structures about him as the sound of a distant waterfall reached his ears. He looked down the broad street, noting the rubble of an enormous statue littered along it even a month after its fall. Could he do this? Was it even his task?
No. It was not his duty, but his right to be here. To know.
The young Knight drew a deep breath and began walking up the white stairs before him. He was wearing the same black flight suit he had worn during his last ill-fated encounter with his father, which he found oddly fitting. The black glove covered his right hand. Though his prosthetic hand was now repaired, this too felt right.
Luke walked farther up the stairs, past the rows of carefully tended plants and life in general that made up the grace of this place. She had helped with this, he knew; knew it as surely as he had the owner of that azure blade when he had first ignited it under his mentor's care. Though this planet had seen Imperial rule for years now, the impact of its past still filled its presence.
He finally reached the top of the stairs and stopped. There before him was the statue he had been told of, the one erected in her honor. On the front was engraved the words telling of her identity, but Luke already knew.
Luke sank to his knees next to the statue, head bowed for a moment. Then he reached to the belt of his uniform and removed the blade he had hung there. Its make seemed stern, almost cold around the red crystal at its heart. He lay it on the ground.
After a moment of silence, Luke lifted his head and drew a second saber from his side, simply holding it. This one had almost the same make as the other, but lacked the coldness that permeated the first and held a gem of crystal blue. He looked up at the words on the stone, willing the woman to whom they had been dedicated to hear his words.
Looking up at the statue's face, he whispered them.
"We did it, mother."