Luke wrapped his arms around himself. "No one knows how many beings the Empire killed because we can't count that high. That's his legacy, and we both know it. I loved him enough to believe there's always a choice and if he was offered it, he'd take the opportunity to come back to the light. But right at the end, I still wasn't sure he'd do it, and I thought I was going to die right there as he watched as did nothing."

See, Luke? This is why repression was bad.