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Vader sat in his TIE, feeling utterly sorry for himself. Which was making him think about feelings. He didn’t know why he was feeling like this, he just was. Arghhh, feelings. He thought that he stopped having to worry about those when he became a Sith Lord. Apparently not.
He didn’t do this often (at all), feeling sorry for himself. Usually, he didn’t have time any time to, or he was busy committing genocide, but he was today. Today was an interesting day, he had to admit. Interesting and eventful.
He thought that it would have been a normal day, but noooooooo, Tarkin thought it was a good idea to destroy an entire planet, he ending up seeing and slaughtering Kenobi, the Death Star was destroyed and now he was floating around in space in a tiny TIE fighter! Excuse him for feeling sorry for himself, the day had been extremely stressful and made him have to confront his feelings! (Like the fact that he may have kinda missed Kenobi, just a little though)
He just didn’t want any more surprises for the day, ok? He just wanted a break and if that included floating around in this cramped space and thinking about his feelings, he was willing to do that (reluctantly).
“Hello there.”
Vader whipped his head around to where the voice came from and did not scream. He just made a small noise of acknowledgment, like a sensible person would have done. Standing behind his seat was Kenobi, looking just how Vader remembered him from a couple of hours ago.