The choice was made. There could be no turning back. Even as lightning flares to life around him, even as the wracking pain possesses him once more, it does not matter. He hardly notices it. All his will and being focus on one, final, fatal act.
He staggers once, nearly falls, before his destiny mixed with love forces him on. An iron will once bent to evil now narrows to a single thought, a single breath. Destroy the darkness…
The task for which he was born is completed: the darkness has been destroyed, evil defeated for another day, a long-lost balance renewed. But the cost is high. His body labors, barely functioning, barely alive. Yet he refuses to join with the Force. There is one thing he must still do before he can join those he loves.
He must see the face of the one who pulled him from the darkness, causing him to make the fatal choice. The face of his savior, so like his own.
He must see the face of his son.