[The question brings him back to the moment, just as surely as Luke stepping back has. He needs nothing to aide him to know that he's scared his son, worried him- And rightfully, he should have. Luke is too much like Padmé. He's naive, hopeful- completely untouched and untainted by war, the way Anakin had been- Once upon a time, so long ago. Rather than think of it as a flaw, he'd prefer it to stay that way.
The anger fizzles, pops, and goes dormant. Anakin allows the grief to take precedence. He shakes his head as if to clear it, as if in answer- and offers a small smile once more]
Yes, I'm fine- It's a lot to take in.
[He doesn't think he needs to explain to Luke, how much he loved his wife. That her loss was jarring, when he hadn't expected it. Having it on the heels of the confirmation of having a child together- Well] Your Uncle didn't know anything to tell you. I only met him once.
[It's a diplomatic answer, a small attempt at amends for his reaction. It's also honest. If Luke was to go to anyone, he would have preferred that he'd gone to Sola and her husband. Padmé's family could have offered Luke more, would have been kind, provided excellent education and more opportunities- they had also loved Padmé dearly. The Lars'- They were weak, and they weren't family. A true family would never abandon one of it's own.
They were nothing to him, and they should have been nothing to Luke. At least, it's not too late to correct this mistake as well. The eerie calm almost cracks at the mention of his Master. Of the fate that befell him- Whatever his conflicted feelings on the other Jedi, for the connection they shared, Obi-Wan deserved better than to be struck down by the likes of Vader. Luke certainly deserved more than to have to lose someone close to him, so young.
He pushes past the feeling, buries it down with the others, and steps forward to bridge the distance Luke created. There isn't even a moment of hesitation before he returns his hands to rest on his son's shoulders, tugging insistently, until he can pull him in for a proper hug]
You don't have to worry- About any of it, any more. Everything's going to be fine.
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The anger fizzles, pops, and goes dormant. Anakin allows the grief to take precedence. He shakes his head as if to clear it, as if in answer- and offers a small smile once more]
Yes, I'm fine- It's a lot to take in.
[He doesn't think he needs to explain to Luke, how much he loved his wife. That her loss was jarring, when he hadn't expected it. Having it on the heels of the confirmation of having a child together- Well] Your Uncle didn't know anything to tell you. I only met him once.
[It's a diplomatic answer, a small attempt at amends for his reaction. It's also honest. If Luke was to go to anyone, he would have preferred that he'd gone to Sola and her husband. Padmé's family could have offered Luke more, would have been kind, provided excellent education and more opportunities- they had also loved Padmé dearly. The Lars'- They were weak, and they weren't family. A true family would never abandon one of it's own.
They were nothing to him, and they should have been nothing to Luke. At least, it's not too late to correct this mistake as well. The eerie calm almost cracks at the mention of his Master. Of the fate that befell him- Whatever his conflicted feelings on the other Jedi, for the connection they shared, Obi-Wan deserved better than to be struck down by the likes of Vader. Luke certainly deserved more than to have to lose someone close to him, so young.
He pushes past the feeling, buries it down with the others, and steps forward to bridge the distance Luke created. There isn't even a moment of hesitation before he returns his hands to rest on his son's shoulders, tugging insistently, until he can pull him in for a proper hug]
You don't have to worry- About any of it, any more. Everything's going to be fine.