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him all of a sudden, which she attributed to the gravity of the moment, the import oftheir mission. But then she sensed a change in him, too, a difference of substancethat seemed to radiate from his very core—something that she alone could see. "What is it, Luke?" she whispered. She suddenly wanted to hold him; shecould not have said why. "Nothing. I'll tell you someday," he murmured quietly. It was distinctly notnothing, though. "All right," she answered, not pushing. "I'll wait." She wondered. Maybehe was just dressed differently—that was probably it. Suited up all in black now—itmade him look older. Older, that was it. Han, Chewie, Lando, Wedge, and several others crowded around Luke all atonce, with greetings and diverse sorts of hubbub. The assembly as a whole broke upinto multiple such small groups. It was a time for last farewells and good graces. Artoo beeped a singsong little observation to a somewhat less sanguine Threepio.