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“You really thought I could ever love you?” Boba scoffed, his helmet hiding his sneer. “This whole Galaxy’s fucked because of you. How could you think you’re deserving of love after what you did?”
Vader couldn’t force his mouth open. His only response was the slight hitch in his respirator.
Boba picked up on it. Of course he did. “Don’t you fucking dare cry. You’re already worthless enough without useless tears.”
Boba turned and walked to the door, pausing only to say, “You should have died in that fire.”
Vader gasped awake, his eyes burning with tears that wouldn’t fall.