and he just stood there, saber out. breathing at me. like i'm supposed to give some thoughtful fucking reaction to that. luke, i am your father. and then he just stops. that's the entire motherfucking speech. what in the goddam hell does he want me to say to that? it's your duty to have a fucking follow up, in that situation, right? luke, i am your father...let's go grab a goddam sandwich. i'm buying. anything. fucking something. and he gets off so fucking easy, i can't see his face, his eyes--he doesn't have to do shit. he could be about to doze off, for all anyone can fucking tell. only at the very end did i get close enough to smell his shitty breath, but i wish i never did. that smell stuck to me; the memory of it is hell. like a dead cat covered in shit. fuck. FUCK.
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