This is the Perfect Han Solo and Leia’s Reaction to Luke Bringing Vader’s Body Back That We All Imagine [Fan Art]

There’s a moment after Endor that always leaves me wondering. What happens when Luke comes back, not just as the hero who faced the Emperor, but carrying with him the body of Darth Vader? Thanks to an incredible comic by supertaliart, we actually get to see how that could play out. Although it is just fan art, it hits in a way that feels so satisfying.

The Return To Endor

Leia is the first to notice something. She stops, looks up, and says, “Luke…” Han follows her gaze, confused: “Huh?”

An Imperial shuttle cuts through the night sky. Han breathes out, “He’s here—he made it.” Beside them, an Ewok cheers, “Yub yub.”

The ship lands with a hiss, and smoke pours out of the ramp. Out of the shadows, Luke appears. But he’s not alone—he’s dragging Darth Vader’s body with him. Leia stumbles on her words: “Luke! You—”

Han blurts out, “What. Is he doing here?”

Luke answers, tired but calm: “He’s dead, Leia.”

Leia doesn’t blink. “Good. Why. Is. He. Here.”

Luke lays the body down. “I couldn’t just leave him. He saved my life in the end—he turned on the Emperor.”

The Clash

Luke kneels beside the armor and whispers, “He came back. He died a Jedi.”

Han bursts into laughter, shaking his head. “HAH! Vader, a Jedi? That’s rich.” He squints at Luke, not believing a word of it. “Wait, are you serious?” He throws up his hands as he starts to walk off: “You get frozen in carbonite one time and you miss all the gossip. I’m gonna go check on Lando.”

Leia doesn’t laugh. She glares at the body, her voice sharp: “Luke, he was a Sith. He’s the reason the Republic fell. He’s the reason you’re the last Jedi. Don’t dishonor the rest of them by giving him that title.”

Leia’s Wound

Luke looks at her, still holding on to his belief. “Leia, he’s our father.”

Her answer comes fast: “I already have a father. He died on Alderaan. Obliterated along with my entire world, while Vader made me watch.”

She doesn’t stop there. “I will mourn my father for the rest of my life. The corpse you’re clutching now deserves none of my grief.”

Leia turns away, leaving Luke kneeling by the armor. He touches the mask one last time, clinging to the memory of Anakin Skywalker in his final moments.

The Funeral Fire

Later that night, fire roars as Vader’s armor burns on a wooden pyre. Luke stands in the glow, watching alone—until Leia joins him.

She touches his shoulder gently. “Luke.”

He turns toward her. “Leia, you—”

Her voice is steady: “He’s not my father.”

Luke says, “But you’re my brother.”

Leia looks at him and softens. “I won’t let you grieve alone. We’ve spent too much time alone.”

The two of them embrace in the firelight. Brother and sister, not in agreement, but together at last.