The most valuable thing Luke ever had, his blessing and his curse, his triumph and his undoing, was The Legend Of Luke Skywalker, Ultimate Hero. Luke Skywalker, fallible mortal 60-something-year-old man, watching his cohort age and die around him, hated The Legend Of Luke Skywalker, Ultimate Hero. It was all anyone knew of him. It was what people needed him to be. Oh, the people knew the Legend. They told and retold it, fan-atically. He would never be remembered for anything else. So how does Luke choose to go out, his swan song? By re-creating The Legend Of Luke Skywalker, Ultimate Hero. As an illusion. A fantasy fiction. You might say he DIRECTED it. And EDITED it. And PROJECTED it. And when he's gone? That projection, that fantasy illusion of the ultimate perfect hero, outlives him in his fans.