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"You lie about the Galactic Empire! It can't be true, we're helping the galaxy…" Luke stammered, lost and hurt. He dropped his red lightsaber out of his hands, making a mighty clank and he fell to the ground; crumpled and defeated in a mighty surrender. His eyes welled up and tears slowly spilled in rivulets onto the ship's floor. Fear surrounded him.
"Is destroying and seizing planet after planet what you call helping?" Leia questioned. Luke stared at the ground, lips sealed shut while he thought deeply. He had stopped crying.
"It doesn't have to behisway. Luke, you could join the Rebels with me, and we would truly help the galaxy together!" Leia shouted, her voice strong and full of determination. She then held her hand out to Luke, an offer that stood in firm foundation – shining in a supernova of light and hope.
Hesitantly, his hand clung to hers, intertwined and forever inseparable. And now, he was glowing in a bright aura – no longer overcome by darkness and learned doubts.
It was a fleeting, and yet, freeing feeling.