[Luke shifts nervously on the video feed, avoiding his father's gaze. He often finds it just as intense as the soulless eyes of a metal helm. It doesn't seem to bother Leia, though; maybe it's just him.]
[Staring at his hand, he considers his options. He could say anything to that; his father couldn't argue.]
[But Luke is getting very sick of lies.]
A lot of what I was told... wasn't true. About you, mostly.
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[Staring at his hand, he considers his options. He could say anything to that; his father couldn't argue.]
[But Luke is getting very sick of lies.]
A lot of what I was told... wasn't true. About you, mostly.