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“Keeps you on your toes.” she muttered with a twist of her lips that was somewhere between a smirk and a grimace. “So … I’m hoping you have a plan.”

"And do you have a plan to prevent this?" Luke wanted to say that his father had a plan, but even he knew that it would more or less be up to himself. He couldn't count on Vader to do something, if it wouldn't serve himself. That was the first thing he learned. The second, was that there was always something or no doubt someone bigger and by definition, there was always something one could do to change tactics. "Or am I left alone in this?"

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Uncertainty  of  an  answer  wavered  in  his  gaze.  Strenght,  no  matter  how  many  he  could  have,  whatever  if  physically  or  emotionally,  couldn't  collapse  regardless  heaviness  of  circumstances  ---  although  the  compliment  of  his  father's  voice  generated  a  strange  feeling  when  he  had  to  have  the  strength  to  try  to  bring  him  back  to  that  lost  light  …  even  if  such  thoughts  might  appear  to  be  those  of  appearance,  those  that  he  could  afford  to  transmit  in  an  official  manner.  Everything  had  to  be  calculated  at  every  nook,  in  every  obscure  corner,  where  no  observation  should  remain  unexploited.  Hope  he  represented  should  in  no  way  fail,  and  no  second  chance  would  be  possible  if  a  wrong  move  were  made.  Speaking  of  that  subject  of  power  in  front  of  him,  regardless  the  person,  always  created  naturally  that  discomfort  carefully  hidden.  It  wasn't  the  point  to  be  powerful.  ❝  I  doubt  how  my  suffering  could  have  been  useful  or  even  if  I  stirred  up  my  anger.  ❞  General  goal  of  their  confrontation  was  to  mentally  bring  back  a  piece  of  this  lost  father,  somewhere,  associated  to  that  awareness  interested  eyes  wanting  him  in  the  Dark  Side.

" trust me, " cael shakes his head and pushes the glass across the counter. " i've learned that the hard way and so far? hasn't felt remotely worth it. i dunno if that changes or if you eventually find something worth all those consequences but..." no one had ever found him worth it. " is that what brings you here? "

he poses an intimidating figure, and if she hated him and everything he stands for less she might be able to admire it for the sheer image it presents. she, of all people, knows how powerful image is. it’s more of a weapon than most people give it credit for, and few wield it as powerfully as he does. the guard that marched her into the room finally releases her and leia straightens, her chin lifting defiantly. they can torture her all she wants, but she will not bend. she will not show them pain. and whatever information they seek will certainly not pass through her lips.  ❝ whatever it is you seek to accomplish, i promise your cruelty will only inspire more to fight against you and the empire. ❞          /          @sufferingfcrged​   +   reasons she needs therapy no. 1234324 

"Your presence alone should be enough, if not," there was a pause, "I'm quite sure that I will be suitable to pick up your slack."

    “A pity that you find such comfort in servitude.”