The battle was over. The war was won. The sounds of the forest evening were just barely audible over the singing and cheering of hundreds of rebels. But in a dark corner of the forest, away from the hubbub of victory stood Luke Skywalker: legend, hero. His head was bowed and the night air gently blew the hair from his forehead. He was hiding, averting his gaze from a sight he did not wish to see.
Anakin Skywalker had finally come to peace, but for Luke, filled with such hope, a hope that his family may be reunited just once, the blow was crippling. Tears flowed freely and silently down his face, something he knew the old Jedi wouldn't approve of, but they didn't matter now. He was going to build a new order, one with love at the center instead of forced to the side. That kind of isolated and sacrificial lifestyle was what inevitably caused the rise of the dark side and the creation of Darth Vader.
Just then Luke felt a firm hand on his shoulder. He looked back, unalarmed, having sensed the presence of his friend as he approached. Han looked grief stricken as well, which was of some surprise, as he had no attachment to the man he had known as a murderer and a dark lord.
"You look terrible kid," he stated gently, wiping a stray tear from across the younger man's face.
Luke only nodded in response, the grief in his eyes clearly the reason for the lack of speech.
"C'mere," Han grumbled, and with that Luke fell slack into his side, surprising the other and causing him to stumble slightly.
"Good grief," he grunted in response, "What happened to ya up there?"
Luke signaled his wish to save the story for later by turning his head against Han's shoulder and taking a deep breath.
He always smelled like home. A home they had made for themselves; just three kids fighting for good, feeling lost in the grandeur of the galaxy.
He started to nod off, exhausted from his journey, his head slipping from Han's shoulder.
"Hey, kid. Don't fall asleep on me. Let's get you to bed, huh?" Han's voice was deep and soothing and Luke couldn't help but agree. So, sparing one last glance at the fallen Jedi Knight, they set off toward the Falcon.