[Riddles. Everybody just loves talking in riddles.
Luke doesn't miss the suffocating roll of emotions, and his palm itches to find the hilt of his lightsaber. It's nothing like facing Vader, whose feelings were almost... utilitarian. Icy cold anger honed like any other weapon, or practically nothing (more machine than man, Ben said) - except for the tiny glimmer of hope tucked beneath the surface, that he resented.
Alright, maybe this one isn't so different after all. He does his best to squeeze the impatient farmboy whine about of his voice, but a little of it probably makes it through.]
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Luke doesn't miss the suffocating roll of emotions, and his palm itches to find the hilt of his lightsaber. It's nothing like facing Vader, whose feelings were almost... utilitarian. Icy cold anger honed like any other weapon, or practically nothing (more machine than man, Ben said) - except for the tiny glimmer of hope tucked beneath the surface, that he resented.
Alright, maybe this one isn't so different after all. He does his best to squeeze the impatient farmboy whine about of his voice, but a little of it probably makes it through.]
Alright, how about you start with your name?