...Nineteen. [Luke was barely ready to leave, when he was nineteen. He couldn't have fought in a war. Maybe this man, his father-]
[No, Luke can't keep going with that line of thought. Nothing can excuse becoming a monster. There's no excuse, or if there is, Luke can't see it. The place where his hand used to be throbs.]
[He waits for the hate, and it just... doesn't come.]
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[No, Luke can't keep going with that line of thought. Nothing can excuse becoming a monster. There's no excuse, or if there is, Luke can't see it. The place where his hand used to be throbs.]
[He waits for the hate, and it just... doesn't come.]
What was it like?