[ Really, all they need now is for Obi-Wan to stroll up and they've got the makings of a repeat of Mustafar. The differences are few and mean little to Vader- she's still keeping things from him, holding onto secrets and protecting people, as if... as if he might do exactly what he did at the Temple, and to the leaders of the Confederacy. What he did because he thought he must, for her.
Vader's anger is wearing him out. There's no Force for him to draw on, to be filled up with as his fury mounts. No power, no advantage, nothing. There's only the sense of betrayal, again, and unmitigated grief.
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Vader's anger is wearing him out. There's no Force for him to draw on, to be filled up with as his fury mounts. No power, no advantage, nothing. There's only the sense of betrayal, again, and unmitigated grief.
Vader takes her tightly by her upper arms. ]
What did you think I would do if I knew, Padmé? What? He's our son!