Endless Nightmare

Beside the Emperor, Darth Vader continued to stand and watch. He looked to the Emperor again, then back to Luke.

And then, in a moment, something changed. Perhaps he remembered something heard in his youth a long time ago: an ancient prophecy of the Chosen One who would bring balance to the Force. Perhaps the vague outlines of someone named Shmi and a Jedi named Qui-Gon struggled to the surface of his consciousness. The most powerful, the most repressed thought of all could have emerged from the darkness: Padmé…and her undying love for someone he once knew well. And despite all the terrible, unspeakable things he’d done in his life, he suddenly realised he could not stand by and allow the Emperor to kill their son. And in that moment, he was no longer Darth Vader.

men of the age of 18 would sacrificth thy lives to serve in thee holy crusade clad in the finest heavy metals to certain death

year ouf our lorde 1944:

In geardagum: We gardena feoht tha heathen auf swéoland! Thæt wæs god gere!