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Luke, I see you watching the duel between myself and Darth Vader. The brief moment that our eyes meet everything pauses.
I remember when I saved you from the sand people and you told me you were looking for Obi-Wan. The sound of that name rung in my mind. It awakened feelings that were dead or at least forgotten. I remembered how it felt when I was a young padawan, then a knight. The honor it felt to be recognized and called a Jedi, before it became something to be hunted. I longed to use my light saber again. But although I did not realize it, I had grown older. The techniques which were once so honed and precise are now fumbling.
The Force brings my mind back to the present for a moment. I can see the helplessness in your eyes, young Luke. I felt the same way when my master was killed before me too, helpless and desperate. But just as I had to face Darth Maul that day, you too, Luke, will have to face Vader another day, another time.
The irony of the Force is strong. My pupil, your father, the one who was thought to be the chosen one- to be the one to finish me. My heart aches for your father, what he once was, and what you will have to do. Then I recall that this is no longer Anakin Skywalker, only the shell of him. The young boy who I met on Tantooine seems like a distant dream.
Watching you grow up, Luke- you are so much like your father, a good pilot, strong in the Force. But I pray you will never stray to the Dark Side.
I'm sorry to leave you, Luke, but I must. The Force will be with you, always.