He's aware of the way Misa pulls away, both physically and emotionally, and he swears he'll pay more attention to her. In a bit. She deserves it, but at this moment, there is so much swirling around him, so many thoughts and feelings to process, adding another person is difficult. And Vader, Anakin, his father is right here.
And he's so, so tired. He realizes that suddenly, that he doesn't remember really when last he had truly rested.
"I'll join you in a minute," he says to her retreating back, and becomes vaguely aware of her setting up camp--probably more than he actually requires. He turns back to his father, squeezing his hand again.
"We'll figure this out," he says. "I know it won't be simple. I'm not going to abandon the cause." He bites his lip. "But I'm never going to abandon you, either."
With that, he turns to the cockpit and the comms. He sits for a long moment, breathing deeply, trying to clear his mind of all the layers of confusion the past 48 hours have bred. And keys in the codes that will take him to Leia's comm.
She answered right away, but with a great deal of noise behind her, her voice breathless.
"Luke," she breathes out before he can greet her, and he smiles. Of course she knew. "I knew you had gotten off the Death Star. I knew it." Her voice holds a tremble that indicates she's known, but not believed, and that's okay. He barely did, himself.
"I did. And I'm okay, Leia. I'm just gonna need need some time." He explains that he was forced to land further away than he wanted, but didn't need a rescue. He hoped she believed him about needing time, that the Jedi mystery surrounding his actions would hold. And promise to tell her what had happened when he returned.
He did not like lying to her, but he did not see any this conversation ended well if it began, "I found our father, notorious war criminal, and he's alive."
He walks back to his father, presses his hand again. "I'll check on Misa," he murmurs, and walks out to the camp.
(sorry about the delay, my brain, y'all)
And he's so, so tired. He realizes that suddenly, that he doesn't remember really when last he had truly rested.
"I'll join you in a minute," he says to her retreating back, and becomes vaguely aware of her setting up camp--probably more than he actually requires. He turns back to his father, squeezing his hand again.
"We'll figure this out," he says. "I know it won't be simple. I'm not going to abandon the cause." He bites his lip. "But I'm never going to abandon you, either."
With that, he turns to the cockpit and the comms. He sits for a long moment, breathing deeply, trying to clear his mind of all the layers of confusion the past 48 hours have bred. And keys in the codes that will take him to Leia's comm.
She answered right away, but with a great deal of noise behind her, her voice breathless.
"Luke," she breathes out before he can greet her, and he smiles. Of course she knew. "I knew you had gotten off the Death Star. I knew it." Her voice holds a tremble that indicates she's known, but not believed, and that's okay. He barely did, himself.
"I did. And I'm okay, Leia. I'm just gonna need need some time." He explains that he was forced to land further away than he wanted, but didn't need a rescue. He hoped she believed him about needing time, that the Jedi mystery surrounding his actions would hold. And promise to tell her what had happened when he returned.
He did not like lying to her, but he did not see any this conversation ended well if it began, "I found our father, notorious war criminal, and he's alive."
He walks back to his father, presses his hand again. "I'll check on Misa," he murmurs, and walks out to the camp.