The canopy flipped open and up to reveal Luke sitting motionless in the pilot’s seat.
He didn’t look up at Kenobi’s inquiring glance. That in itself was enough to tell the old man what had happened.
"I share your sorrow, Luke," he finally ventured softly. "There was nothing you could have done. Had you been there, you’d be dead now, too, and the ’droids would be in the hands of the Imperials. Not even the force—" "Damn your force!" Luke snarled with sudden violence. Now he turned and glared at Kenobi. There was a set to his jaw that belonged on a much older face.
"I’ll take you to the spaceport at Mos Eisley, Ben. I want to go with you—to Alderaan. There’s nothing left for me here now." His eyes turned to look out across the desert, to focus on something beyond sand and rock and canyon walls. "I want to learn to be like a Jedi, like my father. I want…" He paused, the words backing up like a logjam in his throat.
Kenobi slid into the cockpit, put a hand gently on the youth’s shoulder, then went forward to make room for the two robots. "I’ll do my best to see that you get what you want, Luke. For now, let’s go to Mos Eisley." Luke nodded and closed the canopy. The landspeeder moved away to the southeast, leaving behind the still-smoldering sandcrawler, the jawa funeral pyre, and the only life Luke had ever known.
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