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Luke nodded, but did not speak. He wanted to keep the moment frozen, toshelter it here, to lock time and space in this room, so it could never escape into therest of the universe with this terrible knowledge, this unrelenting truth. A look of concern filled Yoda's face. "Unexpected this is, and unfortunate—" "Unfortunate that I know the truth?" A bitterness crept into Luke's voice, buthe couldn't decide if it was directed at Vader, Yoda, himself, or the universe at large. Yoda gathered himself up with an effort that seemed to take all his strength."Unfortunate that you rushed to face him—that incomplete your training was…thatnot ready for the burden were you. Obi-wan would have told you long ago, had I lethim…now a great weakness you carry. Fear for you, I do. Fear for you, yes." Agreat tension seemed to pass out of him and he closed his eyes. "Master Yoda, I am sorry." Luke trembled to see the potent Jedi so weak. "I know, but face Vader again you must, and sorry will not help." He leaned