Kneeling by his side, Vader gathers Luke up reverently, cradling him in his arms as best he can with

Kneeling by his side, Vader gathers Luke up reverently, cradling him in his arms as best he can with only one hand left to him.  Still in his youth, his son had everything to give - his cause, his power, his loved ones, and yet he had forfeited his life for his father.  The father he never knew beyond dreams and living nightmares.

He has nothing but himself left to give.

A long time have passed without posting something. Here, a piece based on @threadsketchier‘s fic: X where Luke dies at the hands of the Emperor. But noone’s ever truly dead are they?