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[nodifferentfate]

Have you thought this through? I'd prefer that comfort of having someone who is one hundred percent certain over the outcome of things, and I can't help but feel that you, Mundane, are more nervous than I.

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*girlish scream* COME TO ME, PADMÉ, AND WE CAN RULE THIS WRETCHED TOWN TOGETHERRRR

[whos_your_daddy]

*gross sobbing*

[nodifferentfate]

[She stares, the mask making her a little nervous, but nothing too unmanageable.]

And... who are you?

o bb i've died a little each day 4 u

[whos_your_daddy]

[It's interesting how the suit attempts to compensate for him when he stops breathing. Manual controls immediately shift to automatic, and the breath he'd been holding is expelled in a hissing rasp through the mask.

It can't be. The Emperor's words ring in his ears, undetected by the plethora of audio sensors both implanted and in the constricting helmet itself.]

...Padmé.

[The deep boom of his voice filling the silence startles even Vader a little, giving him pause. Emotion assails him, rising up through organic and cybernetic channels alike. Grief, anger, love, shame- heavy enough to almost force him into walking away. How can he let her see what he has become?]

Anakin...has told me about you.

[Vader tastes bitter bile in the back of his throat.]

tbh you brought it on yourself bud...

[nodifferentfate]

[She flinches at the voice, but holds her ground. The mention of her name, and Anakin's, is surprising.]

You know Anakin?

[Of course, they're still newly married in her time, and she shouldn't be so shocked to the fact that he hasn't told her of everyone he's interacted with. With time perhaps...]