That's good. [Though, he doesn't sound too relieved - while it is good they aren't here, he'd rather be with them, of course. Any other thoughts scatter as soon as he registers the rest.]
Ben? But he's---
['Dead' doesn't mean much, and here, probably less, if he's got things right. Luke's not sure what he's supposed to feel about that, though, even less when Anakin Skywalker and husband is said and he just stares for a moment.
There's some awareness that he should probably stop gripping the desk if he's not going to test if he can break wood with the grip of his new hand. He lets go and slowly sits up; he'd apparently leaned forward.]
He's...
[There's a sick little twist of vertigo in his stomach, something between guarded wonder - she'd said 'Anakin', not 'Vader' - and remembered pain. He shakes his head and focuses back on the feed. And the woman speaking.]
Wait, your husband? You...
[Luke's rather sure he knows who she is, but he's uncertain what he's supposed to say, and he might be wrong. He doesn't think he is, but well. About this, he knows nothing.]
Sorry. [He manages a smile, tries to think of some way to bring this up that won't sound strange, and shakes his head.] What's... what's your name?
[... well, that wasn't exactly it, but he sure wanted to know.]
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Ben? But he's---
['Dead' doesn't mean much, and here, probably less, if he's got things right. Luke's not sure what he's supposed to feel about that, though, even less when Anakin Skywalker and husband is said and he just stares for a moment.
There's some awareness that he should probably stop gripping the desk if he's not going to test if he can break wood with the grip of his new hand. He lets go and slowly sits up; he'd apparently leaned forward.]
He's...
[There's a sick little twist of vertigo in his stomach, something between guarded wonder - she'd said 'Anakin', not 'Vader' - and remembered pain. He shakes his head and focuses back on the feed. And the woman speaking.]
Wait, your husband? You...
[Luke's rather sure he knows who she is, but he's uncertain what he's supposed to say, and he might be wrong. He doesn't think he is, but well. About this, he knows nothing.]
Sorry. [He manages a smile, tries to think of some way to bring this up that won't sound strange, and shakes his head.] What's... what's your name?
[... well, that wasn't exactly it, but he sure wanted to know.]