Ну да, перевод - чистейшей воды отсебятина...
а другой перевод (Русич Калита) - с http://hungryewok.narod.ru/sw/books.htm
заметно сокращен по сравнению с оригиналом.
Так что похоже переводы новеллизаций - жуткий отстой. Читайте оригиналы.
'You cannot hide forever, Luke.'
'You'll have to come in and get me,' replied the
'I will not give you the advantage that easily.' Vader
felt his intentions increasingly ambiguous in this conflict;
the purity of his evil was being compromised. The boy was
clever indeed - Vader knew he must move with extreme caution
'I wish no advantage, Father. I will not fight you. Here
... take my weapon.' Luke knew full well this might be his
end, but so be it. He would not use Darkness to fight
Darkness. Perhaps it would be left to Leia, after all, to
carry on the struggle, without him. Perhaps she would know a
way he didn't know; perhaps she could find a path. For now,
though, he could see only two paths, and one was into
Darkness; and one was not.
Luke put his lightsaber on the ground, and rolled it along
the floor toward Vader. It stopped halfway between them, in
the middle of the low overhead area. The Dark Lord reached
out his hand -Luke's lightsaber jumped into it. He hooked it
to his belt and, with grave uncertainty, entered the shadowy
He was picking up additional feelings from Luke, now, new
crosscurrents of doubt. Remorse, regret, abandonment. Shades
of pain. But somehow not directly related to Vader. To
others, to ... Endor. Ah, that was it - the Sanctuary Moon
where his friends would soon die. Luke would learn soon
enough: friendship was different on the dark side. A
different thing altogether.
'Give yourself to the dark side, Luke,' he entreated. 'It
is the only way you can save your friends. Yes, your
thoughts betray you, son. Your feelings for them are strong,
Vader stopped. He sensed something.
Luke withdrew further into shadow. He tried to hide, but
there was no way to hide what was in his mind - Leia was in
pain. Her agony cried to him now, and his spirit cried with
her. He tried to shut it out, to shut it up, but the cry was
loud, and he couldn't stifle it, couldn't leave it alone,
had to cradle it openly, to give it solace.
Vader's consciousness invaded that private place.
'No!' screamed Luke.
Vader was incredulous. 'Sister? Sister!' he bellowed.
'Your feelings have now betrayed her, too ... Twins!' he
roared triumphantly. 'Obi-Wan was wise to hide her, but now
his failure is complete.' His smile was clear to Luke,
through the mask, through the shadows, through all the
realms of Darkness. 'If you will not turn to the Dark Side,
perhaps she will.'
This, then, was Luke's breaking point. For Leia was
everyone's last unflagging hope. If Vader turned his
twisted, misguided cravings on her ...
'Never!' he screamed. His lightsaber flew off Vader's belt
into his own hand, igniting as it came to him.
He rushed to his father with a frenzy he'd never known.
Nor had Vader. The gladiators battled fiercely, sparks
flying from the clash of their radiant weapons, but it was
soon evident that the advantage was all Luke's. And he was
pressing it. They locked swords, body to body. When Luke
pushed Vader back to break the clinch, the Dark Lord hit his
head on an over-hanging beam in the cramped space. He
stumbled backward even farther, out of the low-hanging area.
Luke pursued him relentlessly.
Blow upon blow, Luke forced Vader to retreat - back, onto
the bridge that crossed the vast, seemingly bottomless shaft
to the power core. Each stroke of Luke's saber pummeled
Vader, like accusations, like screams, like shards of hate.
The Dark Lord was driven to his knees. He raised his blade
to block yet another onslaught - and Luke slashed Vader's
right hand off at the wrist.
The hand, along with bits of metal, wires, and electronic
devices, clattered uselessly away while Vader's lightsaber
tumbled over the edge of the span, into the endless shaft
below, without a trace.
Luke stared at his father's twitching, severed, mechanical
hand - and then at his own black-gloved artificial part -
and realized suddenly just how much he'd become like his
father. Like the man he hated.
Trembling, he stood above Vader, the point of his glowing
blade at the Dark Lord's throat. He wanted to destroy this
thing of Darkness, this thing that was once his father, this
thing that was ... him.
Suddenly the Emperor was there, looking on, chuckling with
uncontrollable, pleased agitation. 'Good! Kill him! Your
hate has made you powerful! Now, fulfill your destiny and
take your father's place at my side!'
Luke stared at his father beneath him, then at the
Emperor, then back at Vader. This was Darkness - and it was
the Darkness he hated. Not his father, not even the Emperor.
But the Darkness in them. In them, and in himself.
And the only way to destroy the Darkness was to renounce
it. For good and all. He stood suddenly erect, and made the
decision for which he'd spent his life in preparation.
He hurled his lightsaber away. 'Never! Never will I turn
to the dark side! You have failed, Palpatine. I am a Jedi,
as my father was before me.'