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The Truth

The truth.

The truth that had been kept from him, that he had never been told. How many times, as a child, had he asked about his father? And every time Uncle Owen had lied to him. And Ben, even while he had opened his eyes to Owen's lies had told his own, claiming to be correcting his misconceptions, but really just distorting the truth even more.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

The truth.

The truth was that he had been lied to. By Ben, Yoda, his aunt and uncle, everyone he had cared about had kept he truth from him. Had cared? Yes, had cared. He didn't care about them now. Why should he? They had all told comforting lies and soothing half-truths, letting his worst enemy be the only one to tell him the truth.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

The truth.

The truth that his sworn nemesis, the man who had single-handedly wiped out the Jedi, killed some of his best friends, and even cut off his own hand, was the only one who didn't lie. If he was the only truthful one, how could he be evil? But he was evil. Ben had said so. But Ben had lied. What had he said that had been truth? Had any of it been true?

Yes, some of it had been. He had to have told some truth. Ben was good. Lying was evil. Good people didn't lie. But Ben had. Did that make him evil? And if Ben had lied, that meant Vader had told the truth. Or was it Vader who lied?

Of course, Vader lied. Vader was evil, Ben was good. Vader lied, Ben told the truth.

But he had sensed the truth in Vader's words.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

The truth.

The truth that the father he had worshiped as a child was, in fact, not real. That he, Luke Skywalker, was the son of a Sith Lord, everything he stood against. That while Ben lied and Vader spoke true, Vader was still the evil one, and Ben was still good. That everything he had believed about himself had just been shattered. And he was left to wonder.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

The truth.