[ It crushes Luke inside to watch Anakin - his father - react to this. He can't imagine how it would feel to find out that in the far flung future you were not only dead, but that your son was ignorant of anything but the barest bones of your existence. Luke takes a slow breath, trying to get a better reading on Anakin as he speaks. He doesn't know what to say to make this any easier. And when Anakin asks his question, Luke winces. He knows this will likely make it worse. ]
I... don't know. I never knew my mother, either. My aunt and uncle raised me.
[ His father knows them. Knew them. Right? They were related. That's all he can really think of. The dim hope that his father might at least be reassured by having some family around to help his son. Even if Owen had been a bit rough on him at times, he and Beru had loved him dearly and a part of Luke still mourned for them. ]
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I... don't know. I never knew my mother, either. My aunt and uncle raised me.
[ His father knows them. Knew them. Right? They were related. That's all he can really think of. The dim hope that his father might at least be reassured by having some family around to help his son. Even if Owen had been a bit rough on him at times, he and Beru had loved him dearly and a part of Luke still mourned for them. ]