The pause was curious, but Luke didn't have much time to wonder what it was for; the next few words was enough to bring an instant twist of confused emotion.

"He's---"

Maybe it was telling that despite the events of the last few weeks, Luke's first reaction was excited hope... which instantly crumpled into wariness. His hand, or rather, the stump where the artificial one had been connected not so long ago, ached suddenly.

"Is..." closing his eyes, Luke determinedly didn't think about Bespin, "has he turned yet?"

There was a tiny little whisper that felt like guilt, insisting that he might actually be able to find out for himself how much he knew about Anakin Skywalker was true, if he hadn't.