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Luke's mind whirled with those words. Everything was finally beginning tocoalesce in his brain. Or was it? He wondered if Vader were telling him thetruth—if the training of Yoda, the teaching of saintly old Ben, his own strivings forgood and his abhorrence of evil, if everything he had fought for were no more than alie. He didn't want to believe Vader, tried convincing himself that it was Vader wholied to him—but somehow he could feel the truth in the Dark Lord's words. But, ifDarth Vader did speak the truth, why, he wondered, had Ben Kenobi lied to him?Why? His mind screamed louder than any wind the Dark Lord could ever summonagainst him. The answers no longer seemed to matter. His Father. With the calmness that Ben himself and Yoda, the Jedi Master, had taught him,Luke Skywalker made, perhaps, what might be his final decision of all. "Never,"Luke shouted as he stepped out into the empty abyss beneath him. For all itsunperceived depth, Luke might have been falling to another galaxy.