I smiled faintly. Secretly observing Luke's growth at a fixed time every day was a habit I had developed over the past ten years. I loved this child, just like I loved Anakin when he was little.

I slowly pulled out a T-16 airplane toy from my pocket. I bought it from the Jawas, spending a year's salary on it. It was expensive, but I hoped Luke would like it.

That night, I took advantage of the cover of darkness to deliver the toys to Luke's doorstep. This is one of the few things I could do for him. I hope you had a wonderful childhood...

[However, that night, trouble finally came to me. It was a Jedi apprentice being hunted by the Inquisitor. He knelt before me and begged me to come out of seclusion.]

But I said I'd seen through the mundane world and no longer wanted to get involved in the entanglements and conflicts of the universe. Isn't life good enough? Now, what hope is there for overthrowing the empire?

[In the end, I rejected the apprentice and suggested that he find a good feng shui spot in the desert to bury the lightsaber and be an honest worker from then on.]

Before leaving, the apprentice looked at me with a complicated expression. It wasn't until the third day that I learned he was captured by the Magistrates. Ultimately, he was hanged in the city.

I don't know how much longer I can hold on. Perhaps my heart... has long since grown numb. Perhaps I'm still waiting for the arrival of that so-called "hope"?

At the same time, in a desert, the hilt of a lightsaber buried in a box was trembling slightly, as if waiting for its owner to return.