There's a reddish tinge to his cheeks, though it's dark in the main area of the ship. Is it the fact the girl had been about to strip? Or was it the later words of his father, inviting him, accepting him in?

Odd to think he craves it so, given the last time Vader had issued an invitation and Luke had rejected it with all the strength left to him. But this is different. Everything is different. He steps closer, unafraid, reaching for Anakin's hand and weaving his fingers between the gloved ones. This hand had caused so much death. And had saved his life. Luke's love for his father is the core of a thousand suns, steady and deep and unquestionable. But he does not know him.

"What she did," he begins, because there is so much to talk about but he is aware that he does not know how much time there is, "will it... cure you? Are you...?"

...going to live? he does not finish.