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Knight_Aragorn Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 4/28/05 8:30pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/22 -- Restitution - Date Edited: 5/1/05 7:55pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Knight_Aragorn
	======= ======= PART II They returned to the capital. Mara exchanged her battle armour for flowing gowns and fine jewellery, luminous against her pale skin. The armour had looked better, he thought, watching her one day from the threshold of his lavish offices. It suited her in a way the dresses never could. His graceful warrior, she was made for armour. She turned and looked at him, her eyes cool. He smiled and pushed from the doorframe, turning back into his office. “What did your father say, before you killed him?” she asked days later, as they walked together through the palace gardens. It was just after sunset, and the sky was a deep indigo high above the invisible confines of the transparisteel walls and roof. “My father?” he echoed, glancing at her. She inclined her head. Her eyes were green again, to his relief. Her hair was longer to revert – there was still some brown amidst the waves of red-gold. He looked to the front. “I’m sorry,” he said after a moment. “He said, ‘I’m sorry.’ ” She knew that, of course. He remembered coming to her, blood-glutted and exhilarated and terrified, afire for her touch. Remembered laughing, “I killed him,” over and over, until he was sobbing. “Killed him…. my father…. killed….” Until she wrapped herself around him and stopped the pain. “You were fifteen,” she said, her eyes set ahead, her tone flat. “Yes,” he answered. They’d both been fifteen. She turned her eyes to his. “And Palpatine?” she asked. “What did he say?” His lips twisted. “He mocked me while he thought he might still prevail. Then he begged. For mercy, at first; after, for death.” They walked in silence for a moment. He watched the shadows of the path. “And did you grant it?” she asked. Her voice was expressionless. “Eventually,” he said. “I grew tired of listening to him.” “I see,” she murmured. He stopped, caught her slender wrist. She turned to him. He scanned her still eyes, the shadows of her face. “Why do you ask?” She looked at him in silence for a long time, then said, “There is power in last words. They mark the hearer.” He frowned. “And?” She lifted her hand, touching his cheek. For a moment he saw vast sadness in her green eyes; then she blinked and it was gone, so completely that he wondered if it had been nothing more than an illusion of the dusk light. “I see the marks on you,” she said softly. He looked at her warily. “Yes,” she said again. “I see the marks on you.” For a suspended moment he stared into her eyes and she gazed into his. Then he drew back, startled. By what he saw? But it was a flicker; it was gone. She looked to the side and finished, her voice almost inaudible, “I have been thinking much on last words, of late.” I think of last words always, he thought, disturbed and half-wistful, but he said nothing. They walked on. Leia Organa was sitting on the uncomfortable cot in her bare cell, arms hugging her knees, when the door hissed open. She frowned. She’d had a meal not two hours previous. Why would—? She turned her head, dread flickering in her stomach. But it was not a tow-haired, slick-eyed man who stalked through the door. Instead a woman stepped into the cell, elegant and glossily out of place in a flowing gown of shimmering green-gold. She turned her head and Leia met eyes an unsettlingly deep shade of green, set in a pale and strangely expressionless face. Leia’s eyebrows drew together. She knew those eyes, if not the colour. The woman turned her head and said in a modulated, toneless voice to an unseen guard behind the doorframe, “That will be all.” The door slid shut behind her, and those eerie eyes returned to Leia. “Marniss,” Leia said, after a moment. “Or should I say, ‘Lady Jade’?” The woman inclined her head shallowly. “Princess.” She spoke Leia’s title with a semblance of respect – not like him. He spoke it like a pet name: indulgent, sneering, dirtied with familiarity. Her ears had almost forgotten it could be spoken otherwise. On Jade’s pale cheek was a faded scar, white on the white skin, barely visible. Leia’s eyes lingered on it a moment. “He found you, then,” she said. “He did,” the woman – Jade – said, still without emotion. Leia fingered the thin material of the cot’s blanket. “I see.” Jade looked around the cell, examining the featureless walls. “How have you been treated?” she asked after a moment. “Like a piece of furniture,” Leia answered. “None of them speak to me. Apart from – him.” She didn’t bother speaking his name: they both knew whom she referred to. Jade’s eyes returned, studying her contemplatively for a beat. “He…” A slight pause; those eyes held hers. “Has he hurt you?” “He hasn’t lifted a finger against me,” Leia said bitterly. “He has technicians to do that for him. All he does is watch.” Something flickered in Jade’s eyes, and Leia was suddenly uncertain. She realised she didn’t know where she stood with this woman. Was she a victim also? Was she loyal to him? Was she something else entirely? And…. The question dawned slowly. Exactly what had she meant, hurt her? “No,” Leia said again, more quietly. “Just let me know that he could. If he so wished.” Jade’s eyes had veiled themselves again – the slip, whatever it betrayed, had been momentary. The woman turned and walked a few steps across the small cell. “Your family knows you live,” she said to the wall. Leia stared at the back of her head, speechless a moment. “Thank you,” she breathed at last. “Do not,” Jade said, “thank me.” She turned her head and Leia met dark eyes. “He let it be known.” “Let it… be known?” Leia echoed, not understanding. “Your fate was uncertain, princess. Your husband and children were left wondering what had happened to you.” Jade spoke almost curtly. “The Emperor saw that they know.” “Why would he do that?” Leia demanded. Jade lifted a hand, spreading slender fingers. Her eyes slid away. For a long moment, Leia thought she wasn’t going to say anything further; then, very softly, the woman murmured, “Perhaps he knows what it is to wonder.” Leia frowned, and Jade’s eyes flicked back to hers. The woman’s face closed with startling abruptness. “Does he intend to let me go, then?” Leia spoke without hope. Jade smiled, faintly; a smile devoid of humour. “Not necessarily.” She glanced at Leia, and then away. There was a silence. “Does he intend to let you go?” Leia asked. Jade looked at her with unreadable eyes. “What business is that of yours?” “I’m responsible for your being here,” Leia began, but found nothing to say after that. Jade was shaking her head. “This goes far beyond you,” she said. “You are not to blame, princess. I can assure you of that.” Her voice was toneless and her eyes utterly flat, and yet Leia somehow heard condescension within her words. She was beginning to have reservations as to her initial impression of the woman before her. Leia watched Jade; from the edge of her eye, Jade watched her. “You never believed in the Rebel cause,” Leia said. “You only used us as a refuge, because he left you no other option.” Jade answered blandly, “There is very little that I believe in, princess.” There was a silence, then Leia shook her head. “How can you bear it?” she said. “How can you bear to be near him? He is – depraved.” Jade’s face became still. “So are we all.” Leia’s blinked at her in disbelief. Jade slowly smiled. “His touch is not – unbearable, as you put it. He has exceedingly deft fingers, under the gloves.” Leia’s lips twisted in disgust. Jade seemed to find her discomfort amusing. Her green eyes lit with an oddly sardonic light as she added, almost slyly, “He is a lover of great skill.” Leia narrowed her eyes. “Vespasian is a wanton pervert!” she spat. “You can’t possibly tell me you – enjoy his attentions.” Jade’s eyes chilled. Somehow, without moving, her poise seemed to go from stately gracefulness to barely-repressed savagery. “Luke,” the woman said, her lips curling on the word. “His name is Luke.” Bewildered, Leia stared at her. “Luke?” She blinked. “Vespasian’s name is Luke?” Jade seemed to regain control, drawing herself up, re-gathering her shroud of grace. “Never mind,” she muttered. “Luke,” Leia repeated. She stared at nothing. “Wasn’t Vader’s son named Luke?” Luke Skywalker, she remembered. The name summoned – very vaguely – the image of a boy with blue eyes, shy-eyed and clumsy, sighted across the room at some function or other in her childhood. A boy… with tow-blonde hair… Leia’s eyes widened, lifting to Jade’s suddenly very flat ones. “But he died,” Leia breathed. “With Vader. Didn’t he?” “In a sense,” Jade answered after a pause. “In a very real sense – yes. He did.” She turned away, and Leia sensed that in doing so the other woman shrank from her, shielding some emotion deep inside herself under that carefully blank gaze. “He was not always this way,” Jade spoke again, at almost a whisper. She did not meet Leia’s eyes. “He was – something else, once. That… that makes it bearable.” “I… see,” Leia said. Jade looked at her, dullness in the depths of her deep-green eyes. After a moment, she turned for the door. “Why,” Leia spoke slowly, halting the woman in her steps, “did you leave?” Jade stood without turning for a long time. “I was a coward,” she said finally. “I’ve seen his eyes when he speaks of you,” Leia said quietly. “Anyone would be frightened of that.” Jade turned, looking at Leia with a strange pity. “Not of him,” she said. “No, not of him.” Leia tilted her head, eyes narrowing. “Why have you come back?” Jade’s gaze deepened, as though she saw through Leia, beyond her, to some other time. Her face became oddly soft. “Because there was nowhere left to run,” she answered quietly. “Because the time has come.” And, her voice barely audible, “Because – I owe it to him.” “Owe what?” Leia breathed, caught for a moment in the woman’s spell of wordless pain. Jade’s eyes returned from wherever they had been. “What he most wants,” she said simply. She gazed at Leia for a beat, then her green eyes firmed and she strode from the cell. Leia watched the door hiss shut behind her, and wondered: What does a monster most want? She hugged herself against the coldness of her thoughts, and found herself glad for the first time for her cell’s harsh lights, holding back the shadows of this forsaken place and the dark lives of those who dwelled within it. Her fingers forming a shape they had not made since childhood, Leia whispered an Alderaanian prayer for the dead, not knowing whom she spoke it for. Then she lay back and thought of her family, and they brought warmth to the coldness behind her eyes. It was in the evening, late. The lighting was low. Mara Jade stood before the dresser in his lavish bedchamber; her reflection gazed back at her from the glass in the mirror. She wore a soft green-silver gown and gleaming jewellery, red-gold hair tumbling over her shoulders. There had been a formal banquet tonight. He’d introduced her as Empress – a surprise. She had always been consort before. She pulled off her long white gloves. There was movement behind her in the mirror. Her eyes flicked towards it; she watched him step into the room, saw how his eyes swung to her. He smiled, lazily, and walked towards her. His silver-worked black tunic hung loose from his militarily-crisp trousers; his hair was slightly damp, dark curls coiling at the base of his neck. His hands slid around her waist. He’d taken the gloves off – she was grateful. She far preferred the touch of his hands to the coldness of the gloves. He smelled almost inappropriately of clean things, warm things, of shower and soap. He brushed aside the hair spilling over her shoulders and unfastened the necklace she wore, dropping over her shoulder. She caught it in one hand, fingers closing around the fine silver links. He stroked her throat, his fingers gentle. She tilted her head, eyelids lowered. But his mouth came to her ear, and he whispered, “You saw Organa today.” Her eyes opened, darting to meet his in the mirror. His irises shone golden in the half-light, reflecting the mirror’s gleam. “I did,” she agreed sedately. “I was not aware of any rule preventing me from doing so.” His hands slid over her shoulders, down her sides, pressing flat over her stomach. He bowed his head over her shoulder. “What did you speak to her about?” She tilted her chin. “You, mostly.” His eyes rose to meet hers in the mirror. He always avoided his own reflected gaze, she had long noted. “Oh?” “I told her your eyes were blue once,” she said. His hands slid to her hips, fingertips splayed lightly over the sleek fabric of her gown. “That was a long time ago,” he said, very carefully. She set the necklace down and turned, meeting his eyes. Spreading her fingers over his cheek, she said, “I know.” He stared at her. She stepped around him. He stood and watched her cross to the bed, his amber gaze burning her back. And so she won her tiny victory; but in it, there was no triumph. Only more pain. He clung to her in the darkness later, ghosts flickering in his face as he slept. She lay and watched their passage, mourning for them and for herself. For the galaxy. He stirred in the gloom. “Mara?” he mumbled. “Yes?” she answered wearily, knowing what was coming. “Save me,” he whispered, the breath of a breath. “Please, save me.” She closed her eyes, turning her face away as his voice begged on. Eventually he lapsed to defeated silence. She lay, watching the shadows of the ceiling and waiting for dawn’s light to banish the ghosts that tormented them both. So it was that night; so it was every night. “Soon,” she whispered to the shadows. “Soon.” ======= =======
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Mirax_Corran Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 4/28/05 8:56pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/28 -- Blue Eyes
	Again, all I can say is WOW! This is really incredible work. I can't wait for more. Mara told Leia that Luke used to have blue eyes, eh? I like that... Myra -----signature----- "Pretty. What do we blow up first?" * * * * The Wise Words of Myn Donos * * * * Fics in my profile
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Jedi_BMK Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 4/28/05 9:15pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/28 -- Blue Eyes
	Excellent work. Insightful, yet I'm still intrigued. You did good in giving me just enough to be happy while leaving enough questions that I'll surely be back. For now, I'll just wonder how exactly Mara plans to 'save' Luke if she's going to soon, but not yet. -----signature----- Destiny of the Skywalkers II: Splintered Paths OT AU (L/M H/L A/P) http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28042042/
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skywalker64089 Registered: Jan '05	Date Posted: 4/28/05 10:30pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/28 -- Blue Eyes
	The angst bunny must be working overtime. Another knock-your-socks-off post. I thought the conversation between Mara and Leia raised more questions than it answered. hint hint S. -----signature----- [link:http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/22177775/p1/?0]Shifting Space[/link] Mara Jade & Luke Skywalker: Took them long enough!!!!!! Slicer of TKL's Lomin Ale Wraiths
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RedGold Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 4/29/05 2:40am Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/28 -- Blue Eyes
	Oh... now this was a yummy post! I loved the Leia/Mara interaction! Something tells me that Leia is going to be important in helping to save Luke. That, or you're just messing with us. SAVE HIM MARA!!! -----signature----- Legend... Recluse... Forgotten... Will one day return... http://www.starwarsfanfic.com
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academygrad88 Registered: Apr '04	Date Posted: 4/29/05 4:56am Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/28 -- Blue Eyes
	Wow that was a wonderful post! I hope Mara can bring him back from the darkside. I can't wait to read more of this story!! AG88 -----signature----- I love my Bomb Disposal Expert Winner of more Golden Ewoks™ than you can possibly imagine! Check out the pictures I made: http://ag88.deviantart.com/ ! You will Kriff Luke Skywalker!~ The Real last Command http://swff.bpweb.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=4
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Knight_Aragorn Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 4/29/05 5:50pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/28 -- Blue Eyes
	Mirax_Corran: Thank you! Jedi_BMK: I couldn’t just explain things simply, now could I? Glad you’re enjoying the story. Skywalker64089: The angst bunny’s always working overtime. I thought the conversation between Mara and Leia raised more questions than it answered. hint hint Gotta keep you reading somehow... There’ll be more between those two in posts to come. RedGold: Something tells me that Leia is going to be important in helping to save Luke. That, or you're just messing with us. blinks innocently Would I do that? Thanks for reading! AG88: Glad to hear it.
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obaona Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 4/29/05 6:39pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/28 -- Blue Eyes
	At last, I know what Gabri means when she says her cliffie armor is cracking. Eventually he lapsed to defeated silence. I really liked that line. Just because ... Strange, how when he sleeps, that comes out. That means he's aware on some level that what he's doing is wrong. I think my favorite part was the conversation between Leia and Mara, though. I wasn't aware that no one knew Luke was, well, Luke. And very interesting, and just so good (in the sense of your writing ) how Mara defends Luke and explains herself in regards to him. There was something just perfect about that scene. -----signature----- MS Word is designed by sadists with masochists in mind. - teh atty my recent Atton (KOTOR2) fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/30335989
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JadeLotus Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 4/29/05 7:15pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/28 -- Blue Eyes
	Wow... I loved the little insight into Luke's past, when he killed his father and the Emperor. I found this interesting: For a suspended moment he stared into her eyes and she gazed into his. Then he drew back, startled. By what he saw? But it was a flicker; it was gone. She looked to the side and finished, her voice almost inaudible, “I have been thinking much on last words, of late.” Is Mara perhaps expecting herself to meet an untimely end in the near future? I absolutely adore the small details in the story, like Mara being introduced as Empress, or Luke being unable to look at his own reflection. It really enrichess the story, imo. Great work! -----signature----- You are the only thing that makes sense Just ignore all this present tense
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Gabri_Jade Title: Fan Fiction Archive Editor Emeritus Registered: Nov '02	Date Posted: 4/30/05 2:26am Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/28 -- Blue Eyes
	He remembered coming to her, blood-glutted and exhilarated and terrified, afire for her touch. Remembered laughing, “I killed him,” over and over, until he was sobbing. “Killed him…. my father…. killed….” Until she wrapped herself around him and stopped the pain. Luke's emotional trauma comes through so clearly here that it's almost physically painful to read, especially when you consider that he was only fifteen at the time. It's also interesting that Mara showed concern for him at that time. For a suspended moment he stared into her eyes and she gazed into his. Then he drew back, startled. By what he saw? But it was a flicker; it was gone. She looked to the side and finished, her voice almost inaudible, “I have been thinking much on last words, of late.” I think of last words always, he thought, disturbed and half-wistful, but he said nothing. Hmmm . . . There are a number of possible interpretations for this. Including a rather interesting one that just popped into my head. “Marniss,” Leia said, after a moment. “Or should I say, ‘Lady Jade’?” Ah, so Mara was going by her canon alias of Celina Marniss? Nice touch. How did Leia know Mara's true name? Has someone mentioned it to her since Mara's capture, or was Mara publically known before she ran, and Leia simply guessed that Marniss and Jade had to be the same if Vespasian was hunting her so fiercely? The question dawned slowly. Exactly what had she meant, hurt her? “No,” Leia said again, more quietly. “Just let me know that he could. If he so wished.” I have to wonder why exactly that was so important to Mara. Again, there are a number of different possibilities, and the true answer could be a mixture of any number of them. Ultimately, the question only reinforces the supposition that there's far more to Mara than meets the eye. Jade lifted a hand, spreading slender fingers. This is where I start getting really overanalytical. I wonder if that gesture is merely the equivalent of a shrug, and nothing more? Or does it have some deeper meaning somehow? Jade answered blandly, “There is very little that I believe in, princess.” Which means that there is something that she believes in. We just don't yet know what. Jade’s eyes chilled. Somehow, without moving, her poise seemed to go from stately gracefulness to barely-repressed savagery. “Luke,” the woman said, her lips curling on the word. “His name is Luke.” Fascinating. She ran from him, yet she is so immediately ready to defend him - and defend him, it would seem, in the most essential of ways. She's not defending his actions; she didn't deny that he was depraved. But this amounts to a vehement denial that Luke is Vespasian. She's defending his very being, really. “He was not always this way,” Jade spoke again, at almost a whisper. She did not meet Leia’s eyes. “He was – something else, once. That… that makes it bearable.” It's sounding more and more like Mara genuinely loved who Luke once was. “Save me,” he whispered, the breath of a breath. “Please, save me.” She closed her eyes, turning her face away as his voice begged on. Eventually he lapsed to defeated silence. She lay, watching the shadows of the ceiling and waiting for dawn’s light to banish the ghosts that tormented them both. So it was that night; so it was every night. “Soon,” she whispered to the shadows. “Soon.” I'm beginning to have a theory about this. Wonderful writing, as always. oba: [face_iron] -----signature----- Evil Twin of LadyPadme This concept of "wuv" confuses and infuriates us! - Futurama All I can do is be me. Whoever that is. - Bob Dylan Serendipity (Leia-Mara vig) - http://boards.theforce.net/b/b1/30178069 !!11!1eleventy
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Stargazer-19 Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 4/30/05 3:10am Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/28 -- Blue Eyes
	So Luke was always with Vader?...very interesting. I thought that the last words of Vader were sad and touching and kinda creepy all at the same time...Did I mention that you happpen to be very good at the sad/touching/creepy? Great chapter, I can't wait to see where you take this story. -----signature----- Magneto: “You wanted us to protect the library. What kind of villain attacks a library? Xavier: You always did stupid things when you were a villain. M: Did I ever attack a library? X: Well, no. M: Exactly. No self respecting villain attacks a library.
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StarFighter5 Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 4/30/05 5:09pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/28 -- Blue Eyes
	Lovely, simply lovely in the way that it's dark but with a far away light at the end of the tunnel giving the reader hope of Luke's redemption. Mara's character is still a mystery but the pieces you're giving helps me work things out a bit. -----signature----- "I hope I slept with you to get the job. if not, then who the hell was that guy?" - Carrie Fisher "Now that I'm a pez and a lego, I shall want for nothing else." -Jeremy Bulloch "Thank you for going to the movies. Especially mine." - George Lucas
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Knight_Aragorn Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 5/1/05 9:01pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/28 -- Blue Eyes
	obaona: It's strange, what can come out in sleep, isn’t it? That scene between Mara and Leia was fun to write – it offers such a different perspective on Mara to the one we get through Luke’s POV. Or even through Mara’s own. Thank you! JadeLotus: Is Mara perhaps expecting herself to meet an untimely end in the near future? She certainly seems to be anticipating something.... I absolutely adore the small details in the story, like Mara being introduced as Empress, or Luke being unable to look at his own reflection. It really enriches the story, imo. Glad you like that because there are quite a lot of them in this story. It's surprising, sometimes, how much a small detail can reveal about someone. Thanks for reading! Gabri_Jade: Luke's emotional trauma comes through so clearly here that it's almost physically painful to read, especially when you consider that he was only fifteen at the time. This was definitely a turning point. From what to what... well, that comes out later. Hmmm . . . There are a number of possible interpretations for this. Including a rather interesting one that just popped into my head. Oh? Now you’ve got me curious. As for Mara using Marniss... I kind of had a vague idea that it came from canon, but I wasn’t sure. And too lazy to go look it up. I believe Luke did mention Mara’s true name to Leia earlier. There is probably also an element of previous knowledge there also – being in the Rebellion, Leia perhaps would have heard rumour of a consort or companion years ago when Mara was still with Luke. No doubt Leia would put two and two together, given what she’s seen of them both. I have to wonder why exactly that was so important to Mara. Again, there are a number of different possibilities, and the true answer could be a mixture of any number of them. Ultimately, the question only reinforces the supposition that there's far more to Mara than meets the eye. Her reason for asking that question may become a little clearer in the next post. But there’s definitely more going on than what there seems... Her motives and feelings in regard to Luke are highly ambiguous in their very nature, so puzzling them out is definitely a trick. They do become clearer as time goes on. Again with the theory? Hmmm. Thank you for reading! Stargazer-19: I thought that the last words of Vader were sad and touching and kinda creepy all at the same time...Did I mention that you happen to be very good at the sad/touching/creepy? Um, thanks. I think. Sad/touching/creepy seems to sum this story up pretty well. And Vader’s last words were definitely all of those. Was he apologising for what Luke had become? For what he would be in the future? Glad you enjoyed the post. Starfighter5: Thank you! That balance between hope and darkness is always tricky to achieve... and Mara’s definitely a difficult one to figure out. Thanks for reading.
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RebelPrincess Registered: Jan '01	Date Posted: 5/1/05 11:05pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/28 -- Blue Eyes
	Sorry I'm late!! The post was SO worth the wait! I loved the conversation between Mara and Leia. It answered some questions, but brought up even more! Luke says some interesting things in his sleep... Well, I'm still camping out for the next post. S'mores anyone? -----signature----- ROTS: Best. Movie. Ever.
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DarthIshtar Title: Former CR Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 5/1/05 11:31pm Subject: RE: Your Eyes Aren't Blue Anymore -- Dark Luke, Mara, major angst. UPDATED 4/28 -- Blue Eyes
	Interesting convo with Leia, most certainly. -----signature----- "I feel like a more down-to-earth Pink 5 when I'm writing Leah. Same attitude, less lip gloss." ~Me on how to get in the right mindset for Twilight fanfic.
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