[ a rough, singular sound comes out of him - half way between a laugh and a sob. he could imagine a day where he would have a son, a child with his name and his mother's name. he could imagine a son he would teach all the finer details of making a droid, the wiring to enable them tot come to life, even nursing burn fingers from soldering.

he couldn't see that with luke when he met the young man. but he could see the younger boy that luke might have been. something about that hurts more than knowing that he's dead. ]

I would have liked more time with him. Even if I couldn't quite bring myself to believe I had a full grown child.

[ anakin releases a slow breath and he looks to his wife, still beautiful in her sadness and elegant among the waste surrounding them. he reaches out and holds her hand, curling fingers into her gloved palm. he looks at her like he's lost and she has the answers to why he feels this way. ]

Can I kiss you?