Dark Luke's eyes widened, his smirk fading. His arms wobbled, and he looked as if he might fall. The Sith gaped at Luke, shock in his glowing Sith eyes. "Wh-What did you say?" he stumbled over his words, sounding very unlike himself. Luke's expression was soft by now, and he removed the lightsabers he had positioned at Dark Luke's neck.

He deactivated the weapons, his gaze fixed on the man before him. "I forgive you." he repeated himself. Dark Luke was still in disbelief as Luke stepped away from him, both lightsabers off and lowered by his sides. He looked at his boots, mulling over Luke's words in his head.

"What? But..." Dark Luke shook his head. "Why?" All attempts to maintain his smug and proper demeanor were gone, now. By then, Snoke had had enough of this foolish forgiveness. It would do no good, anyway. The creature seemed to growl, cutting Luke off before he could say anything.

"Ignore him!" Snoke hissed, slamming a fist on his throne. The sound of his hand making contact with whatever material made up the large chair caused a mighty boom! to echo throughout the abyss. Dark Luke flinched, but Luke did not budge. He had no fear anymore. "Skywalker, here is your chance! Destroy him!" Luke spun to face Snoke, his glare hard.

"No." he spoke firmly, holding his ground. "That is what the darkness wants me to. I will not give in!" Snoke glared back at Luke, annoyance obvious in his demonic eyes.

"Very well, then," Snoke sighed, leaning back on his throne boredly. "Then you must die." Luke gasped when one of the lightsabers flew from his hand. He spun around just in time to see Dark Luke running at him with the blood red lightsaber activated. Luke's eyes widened, and he activated his green lightsaber just in time to block the attack falling on him.

He was tempted to fight back, but Luke knew he couldn't do that. Instead, he only blocked the attacks falling on him. Dark Luke fought fiercely, almost as if he was desperate to end Luke as soon as possible. That was odd, considering how before he had seemed to enjoy battling a bit before he would destroy his opponent.

"Why would you forgive me?" Dark Luke shouted over the clashing of their blades, sweat pouring down his face. His old smug voice was starting to return, and the question was more of a taunt. However, unease seemed to float around the Sith.

Luke took a deep breath, continuing to block attacks. "Because!" he called back, "It's not your fault! Not my fault." Dark Luke scowled, trying to hit Luke across the head, but the attack was blocked once again.

"Of course it was! We threw Han into the wall and almost killed him! What do you call that?"

"No!" Luke shouted, sadness crossing his face as he remembered Han's shocked expression when he had slammed into the wall, "We didn't! I was under the influence of the darkness. I would never hurt Han intentionally!" Dark Luke frowned, realizing Luke was right about that. He quickly focused on his rage, though, strengthening his attacks. He needed something else...

"Well..!" he stumbled over his words, fighting Luke even more fiercely, "That doesn't matter! There are plenty of things that we've done that have nothing to do with the Dark Side! What about Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen?" Luke froze, causing Dark Luke to grin. That had hit him just right. Dark Luke held his hands out to the side, a sly expression on his face as Luke stared, speechless. "Yeah, Beru and Owen! If we had been there when the Empire had attacked, we might have been able to save them. But we weren't! We were with Obi-Wan!"

"W-Well..." Luke started, but Dark Luke cut him off.

"And let's not forget Obi-Wan! It's our fault he died, too! He was fighting Vader, and instead of helping, we just stood there like an idiot!" Luke looked down, hands trembling and lightsaber lowered at his side. Dark Luke smirked. "And Han and Leia were tortured on Bespin just so Vader could have us! They froze Han in carbonite, and he'll never be able to sleep peacefully again because all he can dream of are those horrible six months he was locked in that icy prison! Then there was Father... He died, too! And it's all. Because. Of. Us!"

"NO!" Luke screamed suddenly, causing Dark Luke to stumble back from the ferocity of his voice. Even Snoke was startled by the youth's loudness. Luke was breathing heavily, lightsaber clutched in his grip. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his racing heart. After a moment of silence, he looked up at Dark Luke, blue eyes flashing from the glow of the two lightsabers. "No," he said firmly.

Dark Luke seemed confused when Luke started approaching him, lightsaber deactivated and glare stone cold. "Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen could not be saved. As much as I hate it, even if we had been there, we would have surely died as well. And Obi-Wan made his own choice. He allowed Vader to kill him, and we could do nothing, even if I really wanted to." Luke was getting closer to Dark Luke, who was now slowly backing away as the Jedi approached.

"Well, they-" he began, but it was Luke's turn to cut Dark Luke off.

"And, yes, they tortured Han and Leia to get to us," Luke went on, "and they froze Han in carbonite and sent him to Jabba. And I hate that. I hate to see my friends suffer, especially for my sake, but we did not activate that carbon freeze chamber. We didn't lay a hand on Han and Leia. We couldn't do anything. That was all Vader and the Emperor. And as for Father... I didn't want him to die, but there was nothing to be done. The Emperor killed him, not us. Plus, what did he have left here? Me and Leia? No. He would just be miserable were he still alive. He's happy now. He's with his friends and our mother, and that's what he wants! That's what I want! For everyone to be happy, and at peace, and to enjoy their lives!"

Luke breathed heavily. Dark Luke stared at him, a shocked expression still on his face. Luke stepped towards Dark Luke again, until they were mere feet away from one another. "So," the Jedi said boldly, "because of all that, I am not afraid of you. I am not angry with you... And I forgive you." Suddenly, there was a clicking sound from behind the two of them. Both Luke and Dark Luke turned to see the apparent screen showing what Luke's physical body was seeing.

As they watched, Chewie came running into view... Carrying Han in his arms.

"Kid..!" Han attempted to shout as he and Chewie approached Luke. Leia was lying on the ground, almost falling into unconsciousness from the Force choking she had experienced earlier. Luke looked up, scowling when he saw Han.

"Honestly, none of you have the brains to avoid a Sith when you see one." he hissed, crossing his arms impatiently. Hadn't he dealt with Han earlier? He should have thrown him harder...

Han looked disoriented as Chewie sat him down on his feet, which wasn't surprising considering the injury he had taken earlier. Han tried to stand up straight, but instead found himself stumbling back into Chewie's arms. The nervous wookie held his friend up, steadying him nervously. Han looked weakly up at Luke, wobbling as he stood there.

"K-Kid..." he mumbled, blinking away his blurry vision. It felt like he was seeing after hibernation sickness all over again. "Don't say that... You aren't a Sith." Luke laughed now, throwing his head back as he cackled. Han did not appear phased, though. Leia looked up weakly from her position on the ground, watching as her brother and husband talked.

"Oh, please." Luke smirked at Han. "You're both completely idiotic! After all I've done, you still choose to try to help? What is with that?" Han looked down, feeling something like pressure on the back of his head. He knew it was Luke using the Force on him, and it was making the pain in his head unbearable. However, he squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best to ignore it.

"B-Because..." Han began to fall back, and Chewie roared worriedly for his friend as he caught him. "It isn't your fault, Luke... And even if it was, I forgive.. ya..." Luke stumbled back almost, shocked by what the smuggler had said. Then, from the ground, Leia's exhausted voice spoke up as well.

"I forgive you, too, Luke..."

I forgive you, too, Luke..." Leia whispered. Luke turned to Dark Luke, satisfaction on his face as the latter watched in shock. His eyes were wide as he stared at the scene before him, his disbelief obvious. Snoke slammed his fist on his throne once again, clearly getting frustrated. What was Skywalker pulling?

"Enough!" He then turned to Dark Luke. "What are you doing? Destroy him!" The Sith, however, did not move to attack. Dark Luke's eyes were still wide, and small tears were starting to form in the corners of the red and yellow orbs. His hands were trembling, and the lightsaber in his grip dropped to the ground, rolling away slowly.

Luke watched, wondering what would happen. Dark Luke's mouth moved as if he might say something, but before he could speak, a bright white glow enveloped his form. Luke and Snoke both shielded their eyes from the intensity of the light, peeking between their fingers in an attempt to watch. After a moment, the white glow faded, and in Dark's Luke place was a child.

Luke removed his hands from his eyes, staring in amazement. There stood a small boy, about six or seven years old from his appearance. He was sobbing, wiping large wet tears from his big blue eyes. His short blond hair was a mess as he cried, and he wore a baggy white tunic and matching pants. He swayed from side to side in his little brown shoes. This wasn't just any child...

It was Luke as a child.

"I'm sorry..." little Luke sobbed in his tiny voice, "I-I'm so sorry... I didn't wanna hurt anyone. I r-really didn't..." Luke stared in shock at the small boy for a moment, amazed by what he was seeing. After a minute, Luke gave a little smile, getting on his knees to be eye level with the tiny version of himself.

"Hey," he said gently, lifting the little boy's chin. Large tears were still rolling down little Luke's cheeks. Luke smiled. "It's okay. It's not your fault... Alright?" The child stared for a moment before nodding, his head bobbing up and down. "I forgive you," Luke whispered. He placed his hands on the younger version of him's shoulders, and little Luke sniffed again as he wiped his own tears.

Suddenly, an aura of light began to glow around the boy, causing Luke to blink in surprise. The light began to absorb little Luke, but he didn't seem to notice at all. He just stared at Luke. The glow then touched Luke's fingers. As little Luke vanished into nothing but light, it all went into Luke's fingertips and tingled throughout his body. Suddenly, Luke was alone and glowing with white light.

He slowly stood to his feet, turning to face Snoke, who was watching in shock and horror. "No..." the creature growled quietly, then louder, "No!" For the first time, Snoke stood from his throne, but there was nothing to be done, now. The glow surrounding Luke was spreading across the abyss, lighting everything up with a great white light. When the gleam hit Snoke, he hissed as if in pain.

Luke smiled, knowing he had won. Snoke glared at the Jedi with heavy hatred as the light absorbed him. "This is not over, Skywalker! I cannot be done away with so easily. I may not have gotten to you, but there will be others. Others just as strong. You just wait..." With that, Snoke vanished, fading into the light.

Luke looked around, making sure he truly was gone. However, before he could even glance around, he felt himself growing tired. Luke felt himself wobble on his feet, and he was then falling backwards into the light. He was falling...

Falling...

Falling...

But he wasn't afraid, for he knew he was going home. Home to his friends.

A/N: How was that?! Thank the enormous amounts of caffeine I consumed while writing this part! There's still one more chapter to go, and maybe another after that. However, the next chapter should be the final one! I might write another to explain the aftermath, but it'll probably just be a brief description and not so much a chapter. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!