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“Who do you imagine when you speak to me?” Boba asked.
Vader actually startled at the sudden, blunt question. “What do you mean?”
“You talk to me like we’ve known each other for years, been friends for years. You must think of me as another person. You don’t speak to anyone the way you speak to me.”
“…That isn’t because I see a different person when I look at you.” Vader said hesitantly.
“Then why?”
“Because you are… one of few people who has earned my respect.” It was as close to the truth as Vader was willing to get.