[ The wrench clatters when it hits cement. The sound is a counterpoint to his voice when he replies, painfully, deathly quiet, ]
My child is dead.
[ It's the despair that only a father could know, the loss of a son or a daughter. He would never know them, never know their face, never hold them and love them... and it's his own fault.
Vader stalks away like a man possessed, leaving the car and Corran to their own respective devices. He's through with all of it for the time being, if he doesn't get away now he'll certainly explode. ]
o snap that was beautiful
My child is dead.
[ It's the despair that only a father could know, the loss of a son or a daughter. He would never know them, never know their face, never hold them and love them... and it's his own fault.
Vader stalks away like a man possessed, leaving the car and Corran to their own respective devices. He's through with all of it for the time being, if he doesn't get away now he'll certainly explode. ]