"She did," he answered simply, his jaw clenched tight. "Among other things."

He thought of his mother, of her light and warmth reaching out towards him, in his darkest moments. And his father's anguished face, and the forgiveness that had come so easily, even if it had only been within his own mind.

"When I was boy, around the time my mother sent me off to Skywalker's temple, I began to hear the voice of a man, who... Whom I believed saw something special in me. But it was Palpatine, all along, and I believe now that he was only using me to get to her."