[ The sudden, all-caps response gave off such an impression that he was being yelled at, that he couldn't help a fast response of his own, forgetting to use the space bar in his haste to get it out. ]
[ He let out a sigh after a moment, taking a breath and letting it out slowly as he searched the Force for calm, for... something he could respond with that his father could understand and not be upset by. That was why his next response was a long time coming. ]
I could talk to "Vader", you know? It wasn't hard, on the few occasions I had to. He's... direct, blunt, to the point; being the same was the easiest way to communicate with him.
Before I ended up on the Death Star -- that's where we are in that memory -- I waited for morning in a cell, and I entertained the best case scenario. I wanted to hope for a happy ending; that we'd stop the Emperor together, and you'd escape with me. That I would be able to get you help so you wouldn't have to wear that awful suit, and we'd be together. I knew how to talk to that version of you in my head too; blunt and honest, but gentle.
But a you that hasn't gone through any of that; YOU, here, I'm just stumped. I want to be honest with you, because you deserve honesty, and at the same time I feel like I'm wandering into a gundark lair every time I try to. Even when I'm not trying to talk about it, I feel like there's this massive rift between us, and I don't have the power to cross it on my own.
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[ The sudden, all-caps response gave off such an impression that he was being yelled at, that he couldn't help a fast response of his own, forgetting to use the space bar in his haste to get it out. ]
[ He let out a sigh after a moment, taking a breath and letting it out slowly as he searched the Force for calm, for... something he could respond with that his father could understand and not be upset by. That was why his next response was a long time coming. ]
I could talk to "Vader", you know? It wasn't hard, on the few occasions I had to. He's... direct, blunt, to the point; being the same was the easiest way to communicate with him.
Before I ended up on the Death Star -- that's where we are in that memory -- I waited for morning in a cell, and I entertained the best case scenario. I wanted to hope for a happy ending; that we'd stop the Emperor together, and you'd escape with me. That I would be able to get you help so you wouldn't have to wear that awful suit, and we'd be together. I knew how to talk to that version of you in my head too; blunt and honest, but gentle.
But a you that hasn't gone through any of that; YOU, here, I'm just stumped. I want to be honest with you, because you deserve honesty, and at the same time I feel like I'm wandering into a gundark lair every time I try to. Even when I'm not trying to talk about it, I feel like there's this massive rift between us, and I don't have the power to cross it on my own.