Recuérdame.

[riptorn]

[Those of you who wish to see those who passed on? You'll be directed outside by Zeus, where he raises his arms, and marigolds begin to float around him. They float upwards, and form into a bridge.

It's structurally sound, and it seems fitting that you can cross it.

Eventually, you'll see it. Elysium. The Land of The Dead. Gentle music plays as you cross over into the city.

It's...festive. It's always festive. The architecture is colorful and full of spirit, and your group seems to be the only ones...human in appearance. Even your old friends seem to be a bit more skeletal in appearance. You can spend as much time here as you like, but eventually, that bridge will disappear. And you'll have to leave.

But...they'll never truly be gone. Not if you remember them. And someday, you'll join them. But for now, you celebrate. You've earned your happy ending.]

(ooc: This is the last log for the three canon rounds of Foolish Mortals! Thanks for coming along for the ride - we loved having you, and we hope to see ya real soon!)

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[greenmilk]

...Leia!

[He heard she was here, and he immediately assumed the worst. So he’s moving far faster than you’d expect someone of his age to.]

I had heard you were here, you’re not...

[hasit]

[Leia starts, hearing Luke's voice at last, and turns with great relief in her voice. She'd recognize that head of hair anywhere; after all, that was the way she'd seen him last. And the beard...kriff's sake.

She doesn't even realize she's crying silent tears until they start to cloud her vision, and she shakes her head, coming forward to take both his bony hands in hers.]

Luke! No, no, I haven't...kicked it just yet. Oh, Luke, I can't say how good it is to see you.

[greenmilk]

Then...then how are you...?

[Listen, as it turns out? Being a skeleton doesn’t mean you have to stop growing out an incredibly massive beard. He hasn’t done much in the way of trimming since he’s left the physical plane. Most of his time has been devoted to waiting by that bridge, waiting - dreading the day she or anyone else would show up.

Yet, there she is, the day he’s been dreading, and yet...this feels so sweet.]

Oh, for Kriff’s sake, it doesn’t matter. Not as long as I can see you.

[hasit]

[She shakes her head, looking at his face, or what would be his face. She can picture his features over the bones clear as day, and maybe the Force is filling in a little details for her, too.]

Just visiting. I've had...a very strange few months, Luke. Stranger than usual, even. This is just the icing on the Cheffa cake.

[greenmilk]

[He’s immediately troubled. But the fact she’s here is reassurance enough to alleviate his worries, and he watches her face intently.]

What’s happened? Tell me everything.

[hasit]

I'll try. It's a long story.

[At least she warned him. As she launches into the story, Leia feels like a weight is being lifted off her weary shoulders, telling someone about this who doesn't already know. Being able to tell a loved one all of the worries and fears she experienced.

When it's over, her voice is a little hoarse, but she feels...different. A little more peaceful.]

And then Zeus sent us here, to see all of you.

[greenmilk]

[He listens intently, to all of it. He knows to let her speak, to let it all flow out. He only asks the occasional question, showcases the occasional odd reaction (“Ben?”). But at the end of it, he does have a question to ask.]

...why did you eat the apple.

[hasit]

[She kind of just stares at him for a moment, incredulous. Then presses her eyes shut.]

That's the most pressing question on your mind?

[greenmilk]

[...He smiles. For all of his questions, everything in that story that kept him on edge, she’s his sister. He had to.]

Well, it was worth a shot.

[hasit]

[She rolls her eyes.]

Glad to see you haven't changed. [A thought occurs to her, her eyes widening for a moment.]

Luke, Stanley and I...we want to get married with our families are around. While we have the chance.

[greenmilk]

...You’d be happy doing it here.

[Of course she’d be. That’s not even a question. But he’s practically finishing her sentence, at this point.]

[hasit]

Of course. When else am I going to have the chance to get married with my entire family around?

[She looks up at him, hopeful, eyes shining.]

I was hoping...you'd officiate.

[greenmilk]

...It would be my pleasure.

[How can he say no to those eyes? They’re just as beautiful now as they were when R2 was projecting her image.]

Sorry I don’t have more meat on my bones to do it. You know how that is.

[hasit]

[Leia lets out a hoarse laugh, shaking her head.]

Better this way than no way at all. I assume you've talked to Han? And...and Mom and Dad?

[greenmilk]

Yes. I’ve had enough time to do it.

[...]

All that’s left is... [He doesn’t need to say his name. She already knows.]

[hasit]

[Her smile turns bittersweet, and she shakes her head.]

I don't know if he'd even come, but...I'm afraid I'm the last Skywalker there is, Luke.

[She hates it, outliving her own kid, and yet...that's how it is. That's her lot in life.]