Luke felt his heart ache at him so casually saying his name. With it, came all those boyish memories of staying out and looking at the stars at night, waiting for a ship to come down from atmosphere and take him away from Tatooine. How many mental images had he come up with of his father? At least there were some parts he had been close on; he did have longer hair, darker than he had imagined, but then his own had darkened after some time off that rock. His eyes were blue too, and it made him happy to know he hadn't been imagining that when he had removed Vader's mask.

He had to press his hands together, carefully hiding how much of a struggle it was not to just break down right then and there.

"No, I was not," Luke replied. "The Clone Wars ended when I was born."