[Epilogue]
"Remember," Yoda said to the boy. "A Jedi's strength flows from the Force."
The boy sat at the edge of a bog, green elder at his side. An uprooted tree stump spun and orbited around them. A boulder, larger than both of them together, floated over to join.
"I'm doing it, Master Yoda. Think I can make them go faster than my father's X-Wing?"
Luke and Leia watched from the tree line.
The siblings were separated at birth, but brought in contact again through freak circumstance or fate. Obi-Wan swore to keep their connection a secret, theorizing that their erotic tension may culminate to produce exceptional offspring.
Vader's revelation to Luke upset the status quo. What if Luke went on a misguided quest to redeem his father? The Dark Side corrupted wholly, Obi-Wan believed. And so, in the afterlife, he impersonated Vader, haunted Luke, and solidified the original deception. Yoda approved.
Eight years had passed since the Empire's defeat. Luke sometimes wondered how differently events would have unfolded had Obi-Wan and Yoda never undergone their conspiracy to arrange the birth of an alleged Chosen One. The memory of his night with Leia, preceding the final battle, gratified him sufficiently to cease such questioning. But they both held in honor the lives lost to herald the dawn of the New Republic.