Blood Ties
When Luke told me that you were my biological father, so much made sense. Now I knew why dad had been so frightened whenever you were going to be at some Senatorial function. Why I felt such a strong connection with Luke, even though I was in love with Han. Why my mother had been so sad. Something you had told me once, "You remind me of someone, Your Highness."
I hated you for so long. I didn't think of you as anything but the black monster who had tortured me. You had let Tarkin destroy Alderaan with a single blast. Later, you were the one who had put Han in carbonite and traumatized Luke. I knew there was more to what had happened than the duel and the loss of his hand. I just didn't know what it was or why Luke was so reluctant to talk about it.
I did believe Luke when he told me what you had done and what your last words were. Tell your sister you were right about me. I just didn't think it cancelled out everything you did before throwing the Emperor down the shaft. Luke appeared to think so, but I wasn't interested in hearing more about it. The memories of the Death Star and Bespin were too fresh in my mind. I couldn't believe you and Luke were expecting me to forget everything that had happened, everything that you had done.
When you appeared to me at Bakura, all I think of was getting you to go away. I didn't want to think about your connection to me, and I certainly didn't want you to try to start a father-daughter relationship with me. But later I thought that I should have given you another chance. That you were the one who destroyed the Emperor.
And that is why I named my son after you – in remembrance that you were the one who insured that the Sith would not continue. I never regretted that, even when it led Anakin to be terrified that he would turn out no better than you did. Which never happened. Now I suppose Anakin's spirit is with you, his grandfather and namesake, and my mother, his grandmother.