[ Luke stared at him for a moment, his expression unreadable... before his face fell, replaced with pain that was just more than from what his father was doing now. There was grief there, yes, but also the struggle from learning the truth of who his father was, to accepting it, to getting him back... and now this. ]
[ It was a moment before he let out a soft breath, looking up at him with mournful eyes. ]
...then I've witnessed my father's death once again.
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[ It was a moment before he let out a soft breath, looking up at him with mournful eyes. ]
...then I've witnessed my father's death once again.