[There's a sudden twist of anguish in his sense, an unrelated shock of sadness. Luke frowns, his eyebrow faintly twitching. He's honestly tired of beating his head against this wall, time after time. And now, right now? With memories of Arya and Chouji and Trisha at their most clear? He's not in the mood for it, and if the discussion goes on much longer, he won't be capable of maintaining composure.]
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As you say, Father.