Nine. Luke had begun his training a full decade later. So, Leia deduced, it wasn't Anakin's advanced age that had undone him. Emotions? Luke had his own share of those, as strong as her own. Though... not hate. Not anger. Luke Skywalker was one of the most caring, selfless, and compassionate individuals she had ever known.
His greatest downfall. He loved too much. How was that possible? "How can someone love too much?" Leia wondered, unaware that she was voicing the question aloud. Would she have behaved much differently, searching for the power to save those she loved?
There was a knot slowly forming in her gut. She'd called him a bad man. Leia had thought it right at the time, but the flash of pain in the man's eyes at her words... now she wondered.