"And there's still a future ahead of us," she insisted. "Luke... you're not dead yet. That means your story isn't over. It might not have gone the way you thought it might, but that doesn't mean that you close the book entirely."

She cupped his face again with one hand, voice soft but stern. "You still have the power to live any kind of life you choose, to help turn the galaxy into something safe and beautiful for everyone living in it. I believe in you, Luke. Even if you don't."