[ Luke cast his eyes downward, focusing on his gloved hand. He wasn't stupid; he knew if his father hadn't believed that he was who he said he was, he would have left him to drown in that well -- or worse. The Darkness was there in him, festering like an open wound, and he wasn't sure how much he could help, but... ]

There's good in him. I saw it when he was at his worst, and he's not there yet. Even the Emperor couldn't drive it away from him, and I don't think this place will be any different.