"Saoirse. Saoirse! Come back here," Luke wouldn't stop following me as I stomped along. "No! Get away from me!" I yelled back, not holding any venom back in my tone. His feet picked up the pace behind me.

"Don't ignore your master." "You are not my master!" "Yes, I am." "No, you're not! Your father was a monster," I stated enraged. "Are you going to judge me by the actions of another?" What's more infuriating was how calm and collected his voice was. "Yes! I don't care what your father did before or after the fact. He murdered those little boys… who trusted him and looked up to him and depended on him. How can I forgive that? Me, who's taken a vow never to kill?" "You forgive the Mandalorian every day," he had the gull to say. Ooooooh, bad move. My hands formed into tight, angry fists. "Mando has never done anything like that! He would never do anything like that! He only kills in self-defence! What did those children do? It's no wonder the Force bore me to the light side; I'm here to make up for each one of their lives! Their precious, precious lives!"

I heard Luke sigh, as if he was calculating what to say next very carefully. "I never said my father was perfect. I assure you, he wasn't. But that has nothing to do with you and me." "It has everything to do with us. You're a Skywalker," I countered aggressively. "Who didn't meet Anakin until he was an adult," he added. "What difference does that make? He's still your father." "Yes, but he's not "me", and I'm not "Anakin". Face it, Saoirse; it's not me you're angry at but my father, whom I just happen to share a last name with. You think avoiding me will fix things?" "At the very least I won't be constantly reminded of that mass murder." "You think that's the worst thing Anakin ever did? Heh, you have no idea." "I can believe that," I spat.

"Look, why don't you just talk to me? You don't know it yet, but we have a long history together." "I'm already married!" I gasped scandalized. How dare he even suggest…?! He sighed again, rolling his eyes. "I mean as master and student. You were my student, and I was your fourth and final master." "Yeah right, I highly doubt that." "Why?" He questioned, though I knew this wasn't a real question. "Well first of all, Mando and I would never live on this rock- not long term anyway. Second, I still don't trust you!"

Luke lifted his foe-forefinger into the air. "Ok, in response to your point, we didn't train here; we lived somewhere else. And I already told you: I'm not my father." "That still doesn't give me a reason to trust you. I've been tricked before. I had no idea what I was looking at when I saw Anakin's Force ghost. I had no idea what that man…. that villain was capable of." "That's right…. You've met his spirit before," he said more as reminding himself than speaking to me. "I did, and do you know what he told me? He said "if only I could keep my son from you". Why would he tell me that if it didn't mean something bad would happen, hmmmmmm?" For the first time since I stormed off, my head shot back in Luke's direction.

His feet came to a halt and so did mine. There was a moment of silence, letting the sea breeze blow over us. Luke lowered his eyes, a bit saddened. "I know what he meant… and I know…. deep down inside me I know he's right. There's no way you could possibly know this, but Anakin's spirit was drawn to you- we all were." This made my eyes grow, what he just said sounding very familiar. "Those strong with it will seek you out, and will serve and protect you. That is why we are here; that is why we three Jedi came to you. It is the Force's will that you should live and thrive….." Very familiar indeed.

Luke sighed yet another long sigh. "And I wish…. I wish now that things were different; that they could have turned out differently," he eyes wandered a bit before finally returning up to mine. His expression was sincere and vulnerable. "I have so many regrets, and I know it would have been better if we never met. But I can't bring myself to regret you… You are the one thing I can't regret, no matter how much I know I should." "W-What?!" I brought my hand up to my pounding chest. My cheeks were flushed now as I tried to comprehend what he'd just told me. He took a step towards me; his body language genuinely softening. His eyes soaked mine in, glistening in the edges.

"I know you don't trust me right now, but whether you believe it or not, I'm just so…. so happy to see you again. To hear the sound of your voice… And I'm so sorry I couldn't have done more for you. You were my favourite student, and I wish….. Each and every day I wish that he could have been more like you." "Who?" I asked. Luke's eyes lowered, drifting from my stare. His lips parted ever so slightly again; he inhaled slowly.

"Not all my students…. sought the light side."