The Broken Pitcher

Both thoughts were out of the question. She moved away from him, to deny hiswords; at least to give them distance, to let her breathe. Flashes of her mother cameagain, in this breathing space. Parting embraces, flesh torn from flesh… "Don't talk that way, Luke. You have to survive. I do what I can—we alldo—but I'm of no importance. Without you…I can do nothing. It's you, Luke.I've seen it. You have a power I don't understand…and could never have." "You're wrong, Leia." He held her at arm's length. "You have that power, too.The Force is strong in you. In time you'll learn to use it as I have." She shook her head. She couldn't hear this. He was lying. She had nopower, the power was elsewhere, she could only help and succor and support. Whatwas he saying? Was it possible? He brought her closer still, held her face in his hands.