Luke's thoughts after getting captured.

The stone cold floor was obviously a poor choice for a sleeping surface but it wasn't as if Luke could explain that to the Imperials at that moment. He let out a defeated sigh and sank his body to the ground.

He was sure the decision would gladly award him multiple sores when he awoke. His body was still screaming pitifully at him, still having not recovered from his last interrogation.

Luke had a strong feeling it wouldn't, not with all the endless electrocution and beatings.

He forced himself to close his eyes, knowing very well that sleep was a luxury the Imperials might seize from him soon if he remain uncooperative. That didn't mean it came easy though.

Perhaps it was the knowledge that the had been captured.

Perhaps it was the uncomfortable position he had pushed his body into.

Perhaps it was the feeling of wet crimson liquid slowly oozing from his body onto the floor.

Maybe he wouldn't experience the aches or the next interrogation once he awoke, he thought grimly. He could as well die before then, on this cell's floor in a pool of his own blood.

It wasn't as if he was looking forward to live anyway, fearful of what information he would slip out with nurmerous drugs pumped in his system.

He had lived for the Rebellion. It only made sense to die for it as well.

He could almost see the crestfallen look on the Rebels face when it was known that this was how Luke Skywalker, Hero of Yavin died.

At least it wasn't by his father's murderer's hand. That was something to be grateful for.

He thought of Leia, how devastated she would be after the news of his death spread. He thought of Han, of Chewie, of Wedge and Hobbie.

He thought of his dead father watching from wherever the dead ended up, desperately waiting to reunit with his son. With mother. With Ben.

He felt the strings of sleep gently pulling him into a slumber, one that he knew he might never wake up from. Luke didn't care and clung onto them, allowing them to drag him in, desperate for the pain to end.

I'll see you soon, Luke promised, a small smile forming on his face. He didn't know whether it was a happy or sad one.

A few seconds later, he finally drifted off as a chilling breathing noise filled the air, unaware of someone urgently scooping him up and dashing to the med bay oddly frantic.

He didn't witness that someone barking threats at the medical staff to save him. He didn't hear that someone agreeing to donate blood for a transfusion in a heartbeat. He didn't feel that someone's gloved hand placed on his forehead. He didn't see an ebony mask peering at his face with barely concealed concern radiating through the Force.

And he didn't expect to wake up to hear the four words that would turn his galaxy upside down.