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As Vader finally (finally!) got his TIE working again and headed back to the Devastator, his head was reeling. Over and over, the conversation he just had played in his head. He didn’t know how to react, or even think, about what had just happened. Had he finally gone completely batshit insane and started hallucinating his old master just standing there, staring at him, all because he ‘wanted to see him’? While glowing blue and transparent. Like that was believable at all.
What even is a force ghost, anyway? That was the first time he had ever heard of one, and he was a Jedi for twelve years, and has been a Sith for nineteen. That’s thirty-one years in total of knowing learning and knowing about the force, and it was never mentioned to him at all. Must have been one of the secrets the Jedi were keeping from him…
And why did Kenobi call him Darth? Becoming a Sith didn’t automatically make your name be changed to Darth. It wasn’t a name, it was a title. Giving everyone the same name would be stupid; it would become impossible to tell anyone apart. Vader was the only name change. Why was that so hard for Kenobi to remember?
Anyway, he was sure that Kenobi was dead, he saw it happen, he did it! A lightsaber slash through the chest was sure to kill any human, no matter how skilled they may be in the force. But he didn’t leave behind a body, did he? Just his robes in a heap on the ground, as if he had never been there in the first place, vanished into thin air...
Was he even there in the first place? Vader wouldn’t put it past Kenobi to fake his own death just to taunt his as a so called ‘ghost’, to make Vader feel like he was going insane, to say that he ‘wanted to see him’. As if Vader was going to believe that lie! Kenobi was the one to abandon him in the first place, to cut off all his limbs and try to burn him alive, leaving him permanently reliant on a life support suit. The betrayal felt on that day was immense; he still hadn’t fully recovered from the pain and anguish it had put him through. And by his closest companion, no less. And to have all that suffering spat upon just now, as if it had not meant anything by the one who had caused it...
How dare he act like nothing had happened, how dare he act like the bond they shared meant absolutely nothing! To come to him just to completely ignore him and act like he wasn’t there... oh, there will be he’ll to pay if he ever showed his blue and transparent face again.