A pained smile came to his face. He could see himself in his father, and it just made everything hurt worse. Part of him just wanted to throw his arms around him, never mind how incredibly awkward that was going to be. It was that awkwardness that held him back, but it was still hard.

"Perhaps... later, when I've had time to settle and process all this," he answered softly. "I wouldn't mind sharing what happens with you."

Just... slightly edited. Just slightly. Because how was he supposed to tell his father that he would fall to the Dark Side and help the Emperor control the galaxy through fear and oppression? And would it even be fair to keep the truth from him, like Obi-Wan and Yoda had done to him?

...he seriously needed to think on this.

"Now though, I'm just... trying to process all of this."