"I can feel it," he confirmed, and in that moment, he'd known the choice he had made, known what it would do to both of them, but it had felt like the only logical conclusion to all the pain and suffering he had wrought. The only way to bring true balance back to the galaxy.

The galaxy needed her. It needed a Skywalker.

He reached, finally, for her hand, his touch careful, delicate, his thumb brushing across her knuckles. Her hands were strong, roughened, and while she was petite, she carried with her more power than most could fathom.