Luke's gentle expression turned a little sad at that.

"I've already saved him from the Dark once," he said softly. "When the Emperor tried to kill me, the love he had for me brought him back. I know I can do the same again. I believe in the goodness in him, and I'm not going to give up on that."

He let out a faint laugh at that, shrugging his shoulders slightly, before letting them slump a little.

"I guess I'm as stubborn as he is," he continued. "But I know he can recover; I've seen him do it once, he can do it again, no matter how hard it will be."

And no matter how much he had to help him and his victims heal along the way.