Luke, I am your father.

I’ve been thinking lately that Darth Vader is my father and that I may be evil.

Luke [I am so ashamed that I left you. That must have felt awful. I hope you know I meant to collect you when the time was right, and though my instincts for how we would find each other were all misplaced by greed and power and opportunity, I do ultimately believe now as I approach death, that each of us had to endure different journeys to find ourselves here. I hope there’s some magic in our coinciding journeys at the end of my life and the third phase of yours. I will live on in you and I hope that is not a source of anguish.], I am your father [after all].

Luke, I am your father. [I want to know who you are. I’m sorry I don’t already know this. Please, tell me. Who are you?]

Am I evil?