It hurt. That was all he could say, it hurt.
He couldn't feel anything over the excruciating bursts of pain that made him writhe all over.
Dimly, he could here his Highness's - no, Sidious's voice, telling him that he should have turned to the dark side, but he didn't care.
He'd rather die than betray his friends - his sister .
Luke gasped out, "Never."
The twisted man (if he could even be called a man) hit him with another burst of lightning, and all Luke could think was, I'm sorry . . . Leia, Han. I wish . . .
His thoughts were stopped by yet another burst. Luke screamed, unable to keep it in any longer.
"Father," he said weakly, on the floor, completely vulnerable, about to die, praying to whatever deity that would listen.
" Ahhhh !"
It hurt, it hurt soso much, and he just wanted it to stop , stop the pain, cause it hurt, painpainpain, and -
Please, even if it means I die, just stop!
But he couldn't muster the strength to say it.
All he could think of was the pure pain that was engulfing him, every fiber of his being, and -
Why won't it end already?!