[Of course he knew about me, is where the pedant in him immediately goes, but the words taste sour, and they sit instead. Luke answers the question succinctly enough for him in Obi-Wan knowing who he is--and if Kenobi knows that, then he sure enough knows about Padmé too, stang--but even more certain is that final gesture.
A lightsaber is a tool for many things, and apparently one of them is putting final nails in coffins--namely his own. A metaphor that rings far too true when he considers the implication of seeing an exact double of the weapon hanging on his own belt in Luke's hand.
This weapon is your life.
Suddenly things make so much more sense. Especially when he can't ignore the nuances of implications in Luke's story. To anyone else, this might have seemed a coincidence. Pure conjecture and jumping to conclusions. But there is no other answer that he can fathom.]
It is.
[Once wide eyes avert quickly as he tries desperately to rein in the upset. On one hand: Luke is irrefutably his son as far as he's concerned, and in this, he feels nothing other than elation. On the other: his son is his own age (or nearly so), and the world that's been painted even with the broadest of strokes leaves him with little more than dread.]
Was, I suppose.
[So the old man does have an empathic bone in his body still--that's something else to celebrate, at least. But in all of this, he can surmise well enough what's happened to him, even without a concrete explanation. Obi-Wan being the one to give scant details and pass on heirlooms? Obi-Wan having anything to do with this at all, when Anakin knows he'd never have settled for anything less than raising his own child? He knows he's dead. It's worrying on some level, though self-preservation hasn't ever been a particular strong point, and that recklessness had to prove Kenobi right eventually.
The unspoken part of this affair is what worries him more.]
And what did your mother have to say about any of this?
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A lightsaber is a tool for many things, and apparently one of them is putting final nails in coffins--namely his own. A metaphor that rings far too true when he considers the implication of seeing an exact double of the weapon hanging on his own belt in Luke's hand.
This weapon is your life.
Suddenly things make so much more sense. Especially when he can't ignore the nuances of implications in Luke's story. To anyone else, this might have seemed a coincidence. Pure conjecture and jumping to conclusions. But there is no other answer that he can fathom.]
It is.
[Once wide eyes avert quickly as he tries desperately to rein in the upset. On one hand: Luke is irrefutably his son as far as he's concerned, and in this, he feels nothing other than elation. On the other: his son is his own age (or nearly so), and the world that's been painted even with the broadest of strokes leaves him with little more than dread.]
Was, I suppose.
[So the old man does have an empathic bone in his body still--that's something else to celebrate, at least. But in all of this, he can surmise well enough what's happened to him, even without a concrete explanation. Obi-Wan being the one to give scant details and pass on heirlooms? Obi-Wan having anything to do with this at all, when Anakin knows he'd never have settled for anything less than raising his own child? He knows he's dead. It's worrying on some level, though self-preservation hasn't ever been a particular strong point, and that recklessness had to prove Kenobi right eventually.
The unspoken part of this affair is what worries him more.]
And what did your mother have to say about any of this?
[Please tell me I'm wrong.]