He doesn't need to be told. The station is shaking to pieces around them, and it's going to be close, either way. He can't exactly make the ship go faster, but he reaches out to find the best possible path, the route where rubble and bulkhead falls just after they pass, anticipating every shift and current. The shuttle becomes an extension of himself, of his will, and he guides it unerringly through the bursts of sparks and jets of flame that soon engulf the whole Death Star.
He opens up the throttle as soon as he has a clear path, and none too soon, for the shockwave comes barely moments after they clear the hangar and they only escape immolation through Luke's decision to ride the edge of the wave rather than simply try to outrun it.
In the thrall of the Force, he can feel his father behind him, feel... what was that? Energy flowing from the girl to him. Healing him?
He's never even thought about that possibility. There's so much he doesn't know about the Force, so much he may never know. But right now, he is one with all of it, finding the flow that brings them down to the surface of Endor, far from any lingering battle.
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He opens up the throttle as soon as he has a clear path, and none too soon, for the shockwave comes barely moments after they clear the hangar and they only escape immolation through Luke's decision to ride the edge of the wave rather than simply try to outrun it.
In the thrall of the Force, he can feel his father behind him, feel... what was that? Energy flowing from the girl to him. Healing him?
He's never even thought about that possibility. There's so much he doesn't know about the Force, so much he may never know. But right now, he is one with all of it, finding the flow that brings them down to the surface of Endor, far from any lingering battle.