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Warning: This vignette contains sensitive and potentially disturbing subject matter.  It is rated PG-13.
 
 

Reproduced from The Journal of the Whills, (c) Year 25 376 of the Old Republic
 

In all of the years that my life has been followed, in the countless interviews, the dramatic re-tellings which remain fairly accurate, there is one question which remains unanswered.  Yet the question is always, inevitably in their minds as they probe for a hint, a clue, anything.  The more brazen, or to be truthful, those interested in crude gossip, have asked it and upon the voicing of the question, I have always said that it did not matter, using a touch of the Force to allow them to forget and not blow it out of proportion, and swiftly concluded the interview.

We are legends, my friends and I.  Our lives have been traced intimately from before our births, back to the birth of my father and even beyond that.  But there is a period of time in our lives about which little is known, the period of time most haunted by the question.

It goes something like this: "Did you sleep with your sister?"

And it's fair, I grant you, that people wonder.  There's no doubt that there was an attraction between us when we met – what man wouldn't be drawn to such a beautiful young woman, and a princess at that?  It's easy to blame hormones or the simple fact that I was a young man who'd never had the experience of falling in love.  At that time in my life, I'd never even been kissed.  And she was the first.

I think she surprised herself, as well, when she kissed me.  I learned later that it had been her first kiss too.  From the moment we met there was a spark, a deep connection between us, and it seemed right to experience these "firsts" together.  First interest, first kiss, first love….

Yes, I fell head over heels for her.  Love.  Those days – it felt so amazing and it felt so right.  She was all I had to cling to after the murder of my family, and likewise, she had lost her entire world.  We were two lonely souls who had somehow been thrown together in a wild adventure to save the galaxy from total corruption.  It was the perfect setting for the perfect romance.

And for two years, two magical years, we believed we were in love.

We were quiet and secretive about it: she was one of the Rebellion's leaders and I was a farmboy who had managed a lucky shot.  No one believed in the Force in those days and now, looking back over a lifetime of experience, it's amazing I was able to train other Jedi at all.

We were so young back then…young, crazy fools flirting with danger and love.  So did I make love to her?  Would it make any difference if I did?  What we had was beautiful.  I can't go back and taint it because we didn't know.  We had no possible way of knowing: if I had any memories of a twin who had shared the womb with me, the memories had long been purged by time or outside forces.

Sometimes I feel angry with Ben. He should have told me when my interest in her image was so apparent.  Was he quietly laughing as the old do, wondering how mortified I would feel when I learnt I had a crush on my sister?  Or did he hope for something more, something potentially tainted with darkness, that together, we could defeat the Empire and bring back the light of the Force.

If there had been a child between us, who knows what would have happened?  Light or Dark?  Corrupt, born of debauchery, or Innocent, born of love?

We can never know.  It might have been the most interesting of experiments.  But all of that was a long, long time ago.

I loved Leia but inevitably, our romance dwindled.  We moved on: not solely due to the call of the Rebellion, but something in our hearts must have told us it could never last.  But I never stopped caring for her, I knew we would be bound to each other for eternity.  Learning the truth of our bond proved to be a joyful cementing of that fact.

So, as you have all so eloquently put it, did I sleep with her?  I answer with "it doesn't matter".  Leia and Han have been married decades now and I have my beloved Mara.   It is the past, and sometimes the past is better off remaining buried.

And that is my answer to the most asked question.

- Luke Skywalker
 
 

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