Sweet Nothings

Sweet Nothings
The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
The Broken Pitcher
dark side? Mustn't he avoid that at all costs? Or could he use darkness judiciously,and then put it away? He stared at his free hands…he could have ended it all rightthere—or could he? He had total freedom to choose what to do now; yet he couldnot choose. Choice, the double-edged sword. He could kill the Emperor, he couldsuccumb to the Emperor's arguments. He could kill Vader…and then he could evenbecome Vader. Again this thought laughed at him like a broken clown, until hepushed it back into a black corner of his brain. The Emperor sat before him, smiling. The moment was convulsive withpossibilities… The moment passed. He did nothing. "Tell me, young Skywalker," the Emperor said when he saw Luke's first strugglehad taken its course. "Who has been involved in your training until now?" Thesmile was thin, open-mouthed, hollow.