"There en't nothing you can do, Dad," came the soft, subdued voice--usually so lively--and Luke finally began to relax against his father, eyes open and staring down at the fabric of Anakin's top. "It's already happened, innit? An'.. an' these is just memories." He gave a tiny, hitching breath, shaking his head slowly. "Or-- it's gonna' happen, I dunno. It's.. it's after you're gone. I know. I-- he made me see stuff. I was a grown-up, an'.. Dad, I'm sorry!" He pulled back enough to meet his father's eyes, his own filling with tears again. "I'm sorry! I-- I wanted to save you, an' I couldn't. An' I weren't strong enough to fight him--" He shuddered again, skin crawling as if he could still feel the Sith Lord's hands on his arms.
"Or-- I won't be. I don't.. I don't understand it all." It was all so confusing, imagining that somewhere, he'd already lived over fifteen more years. Knowing what had happened. Seeing it again. It was just.. too much. He was only ten.