[Luke holds the weapon, turning it over and feeling the grip. This was a lightsaber with a long and bloody history. However, in his hand it felt cool and light, not at all like it had before. Perhaps the weight of Anakin's promise was somehow lifting it of its darkness?]
Anakin.
[He sets down the lightsaber and embraces Anakin once again. For once he's at a nearly complete loss for words. He genuinely has no idea what else to say except...]
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Anakin.
[He sets down the lightsaber and embraces Anakin once again. For once he's at a nearly complete loss for words. He genuinely has no idea what else to say except...]
Thank you.