the polish rider

Run away, far away. If he can feel your presence, go away from this place." Sheheld his hands, put her cheek on his chest. "I wish I could go with you." He stroked the back of her head. "No, you don't. You've never faltered.When Han and I and the others have doubted, you've always been strong. You'venever turned away from your responsibility. I can't say the same." He thought ofhis premature flight from Dagobah, racing to risk everything before his training hadbeen complete, almost destroying everything because of it. He looked down at theblack, mechanical hand he had to show for it. How much more would be lost to hisweakness? "Well," he choked, "now we're both going to fulfill our destinies." "Luke, why? Why must you confront him?" He thought of all the reasons—to win, to lose, to join, to struggle, to kill, to weep,to walk away, to accuse, to ask why, to forgive, to not forgive, to die—but knew, inthe end, there was only one reason, now and always. Only one reason that could