Luke nods, taking that for what it's worth. He knows it won't be easy--in any sense. But he knows that he is there, and he will fight. And, apparently, so will the girl.

As will Anakin.

There is no fear in him now, no doubt. He believes in his father, believes that no matter how difficult, he has turned. That it is not simply possible, but true. The Dark Side is not permanent. And the certainty he feels, the unflagging loyalty, is palpable around him.

"Then we will stay here for the night," he says, "make a plan in the morning. What do you need? What do..." He glances over his shoulder at the hatch. "Who is she?"