Biblis painting

recall. Regret, he sawmost plainly. And shame. Memories could be seen flashing across it…memoriesof rich times. And horrors. And love, too. It was a face that hadn't touched the world in a lifetime. In Luke's lifetime.He saw the wizened nostrils twitch, as they tested a first, tentative smell. He saw thehead tilt imperceptibly to listen—for the first time without electronic auditoryamplification. Luke felt a pang of remorse that the only sounds now to be heardwere those of explosions, the only smells, the pungent sting of electrical fires. Still,it was a touch. Palpable, unfiltered. He saw the old eyes focus on him. Tears burned Luke's cheeks, fell on hisfather's lips. His father smiled at the taste. It was a face that had not seen itself in twenty years. Vader saw his son crying, and knew