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"I don't blame you for being angry," Ben coaxed. "If I was wrong in what I did,it certainly wouldn't have been for the first time. You see, what happened to yourfather was my fault…" Luke looked up with sudden acute interest. He'd never heard this and wasrapidly losing his anger to fascination and curiosity—for knowledge was an addictivedrug, and the more he had the more he wanted. As he sat on his stump, increasingly mesmerized, Artoo pedaled over, silent, justto offer a comforting presence. "When I first encountered your father," Ben continued, "he was already a greatpilot. But what amazed me was how strongly the Force was with him. I took itupon myself to train Anakin in the ways of the Jedi. My mistake was thinking Icould be as good a teacher as Yoda. I was not. Such was my foolish pride. TheEmperor sensed Anakin's power, and he lured him to the dark side." He pausedsadly and looked directly into Luke's eyes, as if he were asking for the boy'sforgiveness. "My pride had terrible consequences for the galaxy."