Anakin looked at his son for the first time. He saw sadness in his son's eyes.
Anakin was dying. He felt it, knew he would be gone in a few minutes.
He heard Luke talk to him, he had to save him.
"You already have my son." Anakin replies.
He felt all the gazes on him, his old master Obi-Wan, he felt the eyes of Qui-Gonn and Yoda, and, and,
He felt his heart leap out of his chest.
Padmé, his Padmé. He searched for her face among his friends. There! He saw her warm brown eyes, and they melted his heart. He wasn't looking at Luke anymore, all he saw was the way Padmé reach out her hand to him and whispered "come to me my love."
Anakin once more looked at his son.
"You were right about me." He whispers. "Tell your sister, you were right."
His head fell back.
His soul floated over to Padmé, and took her in his arms.
